Poem 9: Orbit

Orbit

for Miller

There is no
separation
between
a sun and her rays

I orbit the planet family
four humans two canines
food shelter water
books film art

When I wrap myself
around her shining
tickle her wrist
smell her skin
I tell her
I hope big love greets
you every morning
It will she says it will

In this orbit
I am curled in
devoted
small
yet each breath in
is a galactic phenomenon
each breath out
milky ways like space veins
from my soul

Inside I wish it could
always be me pouring
over her – protecting
laughing holding

To orbit is to believe
in the promise of returning
again and again to the
sacred soft curves of
hanging on and

letting go