This part of the day belongs
to You and me
Rhythmic breathing
birdsong
pale pink light
An invitation so gentle
that it’s merely a hint
of a suggestion—
calling softly,
a wanting for Presence
Is this Love?
What else could it be?
For this hour, although sweet,
usually passes me by
unnoticed, asleep
You and me
was something I never
considered
But here We are,
this new us
My pencil is poised, ready—
God help
me be the half
of You and me that
I was meant to be