Learning the ways of presentness
holds adventures, your eyes cannot
drink enough of, now
Even while anxiety loiters by the door
Humming and knocking, picking at
the lock and splitting the wood
Even if she comes in,
the window welcomes
that lilting breeze,
currents laced with comfort
and homing, knowing for your bones
seeking lungs, he moves
under skin, fingertips and thumb
Your lips have swallowed truth and
enough-ness to carry you
Even when she sits on your bed
Her warm body stories the night
Your life is as full as your lungs
The air is enough