A sense
That we’ve done all this before.
But not in ways
We might have imagined.
You’re never not with me.
I feel your gentle heart
Inside the dark, warm water,
Above the trees in flight
And in these ridiculously
Inadequate words
That land
In the middle of the night.
{poem/photo: Jill Lurie 1/30/12}

Beautiful poem. The photo fits with it perfectly!