We are blooming in the soft,
summer light;
barely aware of the world
past the bedroom.
Today, I stuff thank you notes
into your coat pockets
to tell you how grateful I am
that you love me.
Today, my eyes study the blue embrace
of the sky and what it means to stand still.
Today, I am only absorbing;
taking in how the wind moves in waves
and the neighbor’s dog snoozes
under the warmth of the sun.
We are blooming,
and I can feel the bones in my chest
slowly expand, shifting open
like gentle palms,
letting it in,
letting it all in.
— Schuyler Peck, Garden Lessons (via schuylerpeck)
