Sunday observations

When you move through the rooms you inhabit
with laughter, earth sways in harmony, 
it falls away in breezes of your making,
passing through. Passing through, I mark 
in eye-blink, in breath, in flashes 
of gratitude the wonder of this privilege: 
you allow me to see, to witness your devotion
to all the moments you hold so tenderly
in your strong, your capable hands.

Part of a poem. 

I thank you for the many comments, stars, and hearts on the last several blips. I am not always running. I sometimes sit quiet and write a few words. I love it when that happens.