“You live in my living,” a poem.

You live in my living

In this moment,

a struck match,

and a bee lands on the

purple coneflower.

The crow calls from the maple.

Thunder rolls in the morning rain.

I know beyond my knowing

as wisdom rests on the green leaf.

You see in my seeing,

You hear in my hearing,

You feel in my feeling,

You taste in my tasting,

You smell in my smelling,

You love in my loving,

You live in my living.

To be truly alive,

I open myself–am opened–

the frond of the fern unfurls

with a dream to kiss the sun.

Your desire to live through me–

I feel your heartbeat in

my fingertips.

And it just may be that

you are curious to see

if I will notice

what is really happening

in the life I once thought of as

my own.

Stuart

6/19/2023