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.