Moments I’ve felt most loved
happened somewhere outdoors,
sun soaking into my skin
baking in tenderness,
a connection to the clouds and
breeze pushing them gently overhead.
Usually, there was water,
a pond or lake or stream,
the serenity of birds and frogs and insects
calling in the background,
a hand brushing my arm, tucking hair
behind my ear, patting my back,
honeysuckle overwhelming us all.