Being. With you.

atop this hill, your beautiful hand, your precious grasp
i can feel your pulse in my chest like warm rays of sun
quietly reminding me of your affection, your presence
our fingers lay upon the same piece of earth
what we've been and what we are becoming... is right now.
an ordinary day, a bird overhead, a grey cloud, a white cloud,
a bike, the blink of your eyes, a gentle breeze, our skin touching,
coffee, a meal, conversation. the miracles of you, being. and i, being.
these miracles will happen again tomorrow and a week after that
into years beyond, stretching into forever.
we are realized and being realized.
again and again, over and over.