Held in the lamplight glow
of another’s attention
space for a shared unfolding:
the creases, rucks and pleats
of story and experience,
passion and sorrow
carefully laid open.
In the cradle of this shared moment
we are free to wander and explore:
huddled close as we walk in step;
or running free after fresh vistas;
or simply sitting in easy company –
and drinking in the view.
Scudding brightness pinpricks details
to be pointed at and revelled in.
Notions, like skylarks, twist and turn;
to crystallize when they are named.
the joy of sacrament:
the recognition of new knowings…
and the sense that we have been seen
and cherished –
and that together, we have grown.
14 January 2022
(with thanks to Ros, Susan, Julia, Lynn and Marion)