Two

A most surprising vex,
this concern,
this caring.
You wend your way
over the stones that
lead to me,
seeking purchase
at such precarious points.
You are my tightrope walker;
my mountain climber;
my Champion.
I marvel at your tenacity.
After this swirl of adrenaline,
I nestle into
the comfort of your gaze
and we round out the day
listening to
soulful
singers
while we lounge on
the Persian rug
and wait for the kettle.



M. Scofield 3/12/2009