Sunlit daffodils,
nodding their heads towards me,
remind me of how
time can oscillate somehow
and suddenly I am born.

Our tranquil night walks,
a sudden recognition –
you are more than the
sum of your cells or the hum
that your tongue takes for knowledge.

You are a pleading,
an architect of silence.
The ants we mimic,
filling cities endlessly -
the pulsing pierces ear drums.

I have lived at this wonderful cusp,
blessed by countless acts of love -
 
I only want for a way to 
thank every eye that
has held me in its gaze, 
to sanctify each smile
with palms pressed together, a silent prayer 
for posterity,
for the next gesture born of love
and not fear for 
they stand opposed and

basking in the breath of all bad deeds not 
committed I fold into kindnesses,
emergent through unknown worlds 
that brim with friends yet unmade and
suns yet unrisen - 

to celebrate our unlikelihood, 
our impossible chance to run in the rain.