Lent — day six

Too much to wrap my arms around,
yet, always, you embrace me and kiss me:
with the arms of your people, with water, wine,
and coffee, with dusky light and breakfast,
with chocolate cake, with tears and snot,
with puppy licks, and baby laughs,
the smell of flour, the first hour of day,
with that tall pine outside the window,
storm-grey skies, banjos and fiddles,
saxophone, the smell of paint,
the color of some people’s eyes,
each touch on my arm, each gasping breath,
sweat, tearing, rebuilding.

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