Felicity

by Mary Oliver

Say it was the first warm sting of possibility.

August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun

As for lovers, they are discovering new ways to love. Listen, their windows are open. You can hear them laughing.

Just now, a moment from years ago: the early morning light, the deft, sweet gesture of your hand reaching for me.

And you have a person in your life whose hand you like to hold? “Yes, I do.”