One Morning of Many.

We are tucked together in the warm envelope of our bed,
lying in the soft pearl light of a dawn that came soaked with rain and the calls of chaffinches singing their hearts out for a flash of pretty feathers,
and the plaintive, melodic warble
of a lovesick magpie reciting poetry from the top limits of the Douglas Fir tree at our boundary.
We are playing a game, guessing how long we’ve loved each other – we know the starting point, you see, down to the day.
Now then, we are decided. Thousands and hundreds of minutes;
or more simply, because does time really count in love? (We’re not sure)
One long dazzling, dizzying moment that breathes in and out, alive,
fitting us neatly and firmly together into each and every day.

Painting by Australian artist Agnes Noyes Goodsir.
Poem by me.