The upward gaze is essential/ the world looks different from below/the strain of yearning/desire that burns/rising on the sultry scene/we float on verdant air

Sometimes/you just need a thing/an ordinary thing/like a summer purse/you need it to feel the smooth metal handle/to think of the long clever fingers that held just there/you hold and imagine how the hand warm held yours/and the clasp that kept you safe/and the tight weave that is still weaving a container of love/smiling you lay it out like on the final journey of life’s cooling board/and walk away/ shut the door/ knowing that love abides