a universal spirit fills
the quantum gaps between events,
the pleasure of her touch distils
serenity from turbulence.
she times her rhythms to my pace
as eager as a bride to please,
but just as surely turns her face
from harsh words or disharmonies.
if expectation is the mould
in which experience is cast,
why let its outline be controlled
by errors and regrets long past?
how sweet this life, if i can just
embrace it with a child’s trust.