Tim Myers

“We love each other, saying that as if
our love were something in us, or between us.
No: Around us,
breathing our two names in and out of
its vast mysterious lungs—
around us like a forest at night,
a planetary atmosphere known only
one small breath at a time,
fruit at whose center little seeds sleep,
thinking they know.

from “He Glimpses the Breadth of Love”
― Tim Myers, Down in the White of the Tree: Spiritual Poems