In the atmosphere above the sun
the sky is dark and stars whirl.
From there love scatters earthward
arcing the distance between the divine and us,
--and I am drenched with it.
In the way my small boy, newly walking, curls his fingers tightly around my hand and together we cross the room; or the way my man cups my face in his hands, still fiercely with want and tenderness after seven years.