Soft summer evening, alone
beneath a cerulean sky edged
in gold, the soft forehead kiss
of the sun before she goes.

And I feel so small,
contemplate how it is this world
and not another that the miracle
of gravity holds me to, this one

where birds soar and waves rush
and love is loud and bursting
with fresh, bright fruit
every minute! And how it is

that you would be here
too, together with me in space
and time. And the wonder
that fills me is a prayer offered up

on the bright wings
of sunset.