Black jeans, broad shoulders, hands
in pockets, they walk in together,  

a confident stride, solid self-sufficiency,
they look only to themselves

for confirmation.  One leans forward
in the pew, partner’s hand on her

back.  When they stand to sing
they’re side by side, arms touching.

I know what this feels like,
this bonding, connection.

Each can turn toward the other
with recognition, love.