hummingbird

I was thinking of you
and a hummingbird flew into the kitchen.
I had to tell you.

you are there

you are there in the silence between heartbeats

always there in the expectant peace between tide-driven waves

I see you there in the velvet spaces between the snow and the pines

I hear you there – as has often been heard – between the fading notes of birdsong

I know you there

I feel you there

and so

you are always there

you

at the beginning

at the end

you

lines criss cross alive
the sound of quiet breathing
in the centre you

Thank you for being here with me
Thank you for being

Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being

Thank you for being you
Thank you for being

Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being

Thank you for being here with me
Thank you for being

Between the waves
the silence.

Between the silence
the words.

Between the words
you, always you.

Between the shadows
the light.

Between the light
the dreaming.

Between the dreaming
you, always you.

Between the heartbeats
the resting.

Between the resting
the force.

Between the force
you, always you.

Between the words
between the dreaming
between the force
between the very end of things
You. You.
You, always you.

Love is trousers and apples,
sand dunes and sky,
love is everything there is or that will be.
Love is all, and nothing is but love.
Love you.