The River Avon at Sea Mills.
I am grateful for the life I have this morning--
i watch the dust motes circle in their small orbits
falling around each other like stars
kissing the dust of loves left behind,
their patterns holding my heart as it turns.
i hold the promise of a newly minted day,
coffee cup pressed against my cheek
to let its warmth seep in
next to the place you leave behind each day,
as i turn toward the sun again.
i feel the press of you
encoded somewhere in my skin
DNA metered and puzzled out over time
a lifetime of days, folding one into another
weaving blues and greens,
a sea of cotton,
their patterns a cushion for my heart.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
posted for Poets United