to lie tangled
under white down as
the sun bursts over
the mountains’ ripple
and curve, protecting
the long flat tangle
of farms and orchards.
I lie there, under all
that flagrant blue, warm
and small and curled
into you, just as you are
into me.
and we lie safe, and home
in the beautiful bigness
of it all–
small
and safe and
free.
– 12/6