A poem by Jeff Foster.
we will sit for hours together
and let the scenery of life
break our hearts into
millions of tiny little pieces.
and then we will watch, astonished, as
in the space between two heartbeats,
the very same scenery
fuses those pieces back together again.
as if we’d been kissed by life.
and then we will go for a coffee,
or do the dishes,
or pick up the kids from school,
or dance in celebration
of the fullness of things,
our hearts pregnant
with bittersweet mystery.