wells of kindness

in retrospect, it's like the Muse midwifed the whole walk last night,
dropping the full moon above the second tallest pine,
clearing the ley lines of excess walkers,
and pulling The Magnificent Bastard and I
wood-ward as the thoughts abated.

even the leash was more punctutation than limiter,
a semicolon between dawg and I,
reminding me to walk as close to the edge of a continuous pause as I could
without strain or stopping

Spotify doled out a few pennies to Cat Stevens
as the Muse seeded prescriptives just below my awareness
and the darkened path implored me to start hanging pictures before
grace could pull the sacred back in for the night

each placement was perfect in its imperfection ~
executive function was off having a smoke,
and flow's fingers deftly found *exactly* the right
bough and burl for each luminous frame

the contents were sourced from heart and memory ~
vignettes of the two of you walking nascent hills west to east and back again,
slaking others' thirst from wells of kindness
you had discovered from your own trials

joining hands, letting go, and finally just walking together in the final stretch,
being held in an inconceivably complete embrace
by the Kosmos itself

Stephen and Jeanette:

may you be filled with loving kindness
may you be well
may you be peaceful and at ease
may you be happy