the fullness of things

we will sit for hours together

and let the scenery of life

break our hearts into

millions of tiny little pieces.


and then we will watch, astonished, as

in the space between two heartbeats,

the very same scenery

fuses those pieces back together again.


as if we’d been kissed by life.


and then we will go for a coffee,

or do the dishes,

or pick up the kids from school,


or dance in celebration

of the fullness of things,


our hearts pregnant

with bittersweet mystery.