Sunday Poetry Fix

The Day You Were The Whole World
By John Isbell

As you worked in the garden,
You expand­ed to become the entire planet.
My breath stopped.
You touched the earth around the crocuses
From the oth­er side of the world.
The cro­cus­es stood a lit­tle straighter.
You breathed in,
And your chest lift­ed like the sea.
You breathed out,
And your lips part­ed like an open­ing rose.
Your hair dec­o­rat­ed your shoulder.
As you smiled,
The sun came out.
Your laugh­ing eyes
Blinked and I fell through them into space,
Tum­bling past Saturn’s rings
As you admired the daffodils.
I kissed you with­out lift­ing a finger,
The day you were the whole world.

Cur­rent Mood: 🙂sat­is­fied
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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