Your aliveness

Is it in the hug of a just-sleeping child

Still warm

As he hooks and pulls you into the crook

of that sweet space between his shoulder and cheek

to cheek.

Or, in the thousand grains of sand

that bend and flow to accommodate


as your

toes dip in.

Or the bracing wind that shimmies into the seams of

your cold weather wear and freeze the

tip of your nose.

It might always be in the echoes of glee as

free-flowing laughter dances between

you and they

with smiles that trade like sparks and stars and candlelight.


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