One of my friends told me to watch this like three months ago and it’s been sitting in my bookmarks since then. Just now, I clicked on it by accident and thought, “hey, why not?” and WHAT IS THIS MAJESTY.
This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.