To the Goddess

I open the door in the morning
and you strike me
reminding me that you are still here
that you have missed nothing
and that even while you sleep
I am in your care

In April your touch will be warmer
more gentle
but no less insistent
and surprising, when I forget
that there is no step
no action through which you do not move
no air that you do not feel me breathing
no moment so short that I do not share it with you
no music through which your heartbeat does not comfort me

Goddess of the winter moon
be patient with me
I am slow to awaken in this January cold
but I will find you in the bitter wind
as I find you in the sunshine of summer
and though I may need
reminding now and then
I know, and will always know
that you are near

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