Entangled
Even when
the heady
days are done
and the light
isn’t so
dramatic
I sink back
into the steadiness
of your hands
and my constant
rearrangement
of your slippers
by the
door.
You are a
singular
attachment
in this
samsara
plane.
Transcendence
is for
tomorrow
as I greedily
take in
the circle we
make
today.
Image: Mine (beach photo, 2003)
April 22, 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021 No. 22
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