21 Grams of Grace at 60
The Trip of the Soul
Maria Rosaria Sannino
Some people just radiate it.
Like the shine on skin in the noonday sun,
it slides off easily
the gravity of soul,
a part of that tiny amount we all lose at death.
On him, it feels as light as his blue eyes
on a summer morning
when the soft light plays a gigue
at the corner of his sleep,
while I dance a diaphanous two-step
my feet barely touching earth.
He doesn’t know it, but
his heart is as big as the ocean outside our door,
its vastness whispering the secrets of love
to ears attuned to its rhythm.
grace slides in and out
with an ease I will never know,
that 21 grams of weight of his grace,
but for the touch of one soul upon another
as it fills the space between us.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
My husband makes me a better person. He is is best man I have ever known and he just celebrated his 60th birthday. This is for him.
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