Dragging Lightly in the Sand

In the stir of the day
with every possibility swirling about,

I can feel you.


In the movement of life,
footsteps into running,
wind of fast against my face,

I can feel you.


In the questions
and
the
certainties,
the
scary
and
the
comfort,

I can feel you.


In the past                       and the future,
the    nevers        and                                    the always,

I can feel you.


I bend my back across the strength of your arm,
invisible across every mile between us,
my hair dragging lightly in the
sand.

Your heart's fortitude suspends me.

I can feel you.
and.

I.
am.
yours.