The light was fading as we talked, water
sloshing against the troll bridge that I was going to leap on
even before you said you were expecting me to.
I love how you can take my whimsical moments and wrap
them in tissue paper and ribbon, holding them tight
as if I’d gifted them to you.
You couldn’t see the path, only the puddles reflecting us
as we strolled along, together.
It’s so typically you – focusing on what is truly clear
and taking the rest, no matter how difficult, as it comes.