One frequently 
sees loss
as the 
end of
something cherished 
but loss
is also 
the beginning 
of something
treasured to 
be found 
stand in 
that space 
between the 
two and 
wonder for 
a moment 
where next
now that 

There is something 
about getting started 
after having done 
that tickles me 
opening up home 
in the morning 
turning on heat
starting the kettle 
opening the blinds 
the little things 
say to me 
welcome to another 
most beautiful day 

I imagine that 
this is what 
a marshmallow sees
some moments before 
as I sit
in blood orange 
late dusk sun
before it dips 
behind the mountains 
and the marshmallow 
meets its doom 
in the middle 
of some s’more

I realized
this morning 
that what 
I have 
is what 
I’ve always 
but didn’t 
know how 
and seeing 
how life
is cyclical 
it’s taken 
me back 
to here

The smiles of 
the morning piano
bleep of kettle 
and hiss of
diffusers casting early 
fragrance skyward bathing
the home in 
a luxurious harmony 
Mr. Clock chimes
the hour as
you finally rise
and follow aroma
around like an 
English setter catching 
a pleasant surprise 
and I stand 
giggling watching you 
play this same 
old silly game 
of hide and
seek you being 
the cat to
our homes mouse