Sitting at your feet
under this redwood fairy ring
stories of the in-between
after years of busy distraction
like finding a well-loved lost earring
between the folds of the purple sofa
We show off our glorious aging
while reaching like synchronized swimmers
for the jelly roll back bolsters
We pass between us
a small plastic container of chocolate and almonds,
my rainbow-colored batik shawl
against the backdrop of your sensible
pink and gray plaid picnic blanket
Hardly an unexpected run-in;
we were meant to be here together,
our love of words, bodies, Mystery.
