By: Kathryn Gessner

It happens like dew
accumulating, invisible
                                                  in between the greening —
grasslike wishes combine

                                                     with what must be done
                                                the worldly walk to make sense
                                                            of all the wishes
all the touching that must

continue like moment by moment breath
                                           expansion, the lung taking air,
                                   the arms flung toward a knowing thrust–

everything will be alright, every thing
                                      in its place, time will tell, all the ice
                                     will melt into the vision that it’s true
at least for now
                                                       love is possible.

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