here you're there

It's not that you're in
this morning.
It's not that you inhabit
the golden gathering
behind silhouetted trees
or the silence
between bird songs.
It's not that you're contained
in increasing light
or in the promise that the earth
still spins. It's just that
you're THERE.

It's not that you're in
this quiet place.
It's not that you're confined
to the privacy no one knows
where I bow and stretch
and read and pace
and long to lose myself
in finding you.
It's not that if I listen
I can wring your voice
from silence. It's just that
you ARE.

It's not that you're in
this night. It's not
that the soft pinpricked blackness
where the dew gathers to freshen tomorrow
somehow holds you. It's just that
you're HERE.