I never noticed before tonight how Janey's eyes are three colors in the lamplight;
green, gold and tiny touches of a rich red-brown right along the edge...
She finds new places to tuck herself in the ever-changing geography of my body
(even my lips and nose are no longer my own, it would seem!)
and we sit content to simply be together,
two souls in the midst of redefining a normal
that will again beg rewrite after rewrite as the months fly by.
There is something in the air the last few days,
a forgiveness for the way it all turned out,
a truce with reality
a generous peace
in the quiet.
May your evening be blessed
by a good moon and some sweetness.