Is it pleasure or love the heart feels
Or something even deeper?
A look, a touch, a word,
A falling leaf,
A note of birdsong,
Cloud patterns across a broad blue sky
Spark an indefinable something
That fills the spirit full of glory.
The giving and receiving
Emptying and filling
So full its light brims over
And shines through the eyes and the body’s pores.
Love, is it?
Love of so much so many.
It soars with eagles and mist-white gulls
and curls with you in your fox-warm earth.