My students were taking their final and I was reading a book recommended by a friend (Journey of the Heart by John Wellwood) when a poem happened to me.
Whether you and I
lying in the cool grass of evening–
your leg crossing mine–
my fingers brushing your palm,
the moon will glow.
Whether we take that switchback
trail at dawn, laughing into
the open space our bodies created
around us and between us
under the moon’s light-blanket,
the stream whose flowing sound inspires us now
will play its part in the earth’s concert.
Oh love! Linger here
even when–especially when–
I alone observe the moon,
stroll singular beside the chattering stream.