My world
left open in pieces,
falling into your open hands.
When all I want is control,
predictability, an answer,
I find a few things that are greater.
Some trust, perseverance, patience,
a love that grows in the silent whispers
of the space between.
Flowers grow and the snow begins to melt,
the sidewalk dries and the trees kiss
the tops of our heads with water:
a beautiful distraction.