Love Lives Here

I step out of my home
and the wind, gentle and unhurried

Finds the curve of my spine

Like a hand remembering a shape it once held

The trees in their full green bodies

The sky without boundary

The birds

Writing their quick signatures across it

And I, too, am written there

I do not deny what stirs in me

I include it

This warmth that leans toward another

It belongs to the same order as sunlight

As breath

As the turning of the earth

I say there is love here

And the feeling is ethereal
Yet rooted