The everydayness of things

When you hold me tight,

when we sit on the sofa watching Tv,

when you cook and I stand near you,

when you clean and I can't stop watching you; 

the simple everydayness of things 

in an overwhelming beauty 

of shared souls and shared spirits. 

This invisible shield of quiet joy,

of the kind we are afraid to contemplate,

scarcely believing, almost imagining 

that magic of this kind belonged only on stages

and could we ever really watch it's star light shower

inside our ravaged lives and broken homes.

When we lie next go each other at night

we hold on tightly to the moments,

almost afraid to close our eyes,

lest the moment be taken away 

like a rabbit, here today gone tomorrow 

and so we talk, hold each other close

into wee hours of the morning,

gazing into each others eyes

making the moment count. 

I feel your heartbeat as I lay my head on your chest

and try to make sense of the rhythm of your life, 

to know all the sounds and smells that encapsulate you,

both in the up close personal shot

and where you see yourself in the wide angle gaze.

I am waiting for life to unfold and reveal 

all those bits of you that are shielded 

by the finiteness of our experience,

waiting to watch the deep despairs and the soaring highs,

the twists and turns and the straight lines 

and let you know i am always behind 

at times in the front, at times adjacent 

but mostly, in prayer, sending wishes

for you to find calm waters, stillness 

in the midst of roaring tides. 

I love you.