This is for the touch,
either yours or mine...
The tangible comes with a smile
just after a back massage has begun
and you drop your Pringles
on the floor.
this good is a virus,
contagious with all that can be
caught and settled into the word
"content" and a joyous soul.
This is for the morning's
half-moon I can barely see
through approaching rain clouds
that look over you on your way.
This is for when we are old
and the future is now...
And this is for the full greening
of trees as we look out over
pavement to the next yard
and sigh with the realization
of warmer weather.