Sometimes it’s the things I’ve known longest, the things most taken for granted, that break me widest open…
Like there, opening arms as if to a long-lost friend, pausing with abandon-joy to savor the song that is the sea– the crashing sound of surf, the salt on the breeze, the endless blue.
His words come out of nowhere, His tone utterly casual. But His eyes twinkle.
So, you know how much I love you?
No, how much?
Standing on the edge of this expanse as endless the circumference of a circle, my heart gives way, before a truth I already know.
He loves me, this much.
And the salt in my eyes then doesn’t come from the sea.
Or does it?
April 21, 2014 at 4:30 pm
May 30, 2014 at 12:22 am
What language! What insight! This 'salt in my eyes" comes from my heart.
July 26, 2014 at 12:11 pm