…through what seem like only dark possibilities, you propel me.
Choices narrow as I forage for light.
I gave you a standing ovation as you entered the room. I try to absorb the storm of polysyllables. I try to understand the words with my name in front of them. You urge me to listen harder to hear the kindness in your refusal to be a seer.
I’m just not sure I have the strength.
Still, in the face of it, I seek you and you let me find you. We argue about time, circumstance, outcome. We talk about our magnetic pull in despair. We vote unanimously for exhilaration.
I cultivate you then shove you away. With even more force, I summon you back. Awkwardly, we reconcile. You haul me back.
-the intensity of the sensation. The vulnerability to our environment.
A sweet moment where we are grateful to have such a love, for one midwinter minute.
