Little Intimacies
two birds groom each other.
I lean my back against the tree.
A spider on my arm
says everything you need,
you already have inside.
The sun lifts
like a long flower reluctant
to release her touch from earth.
My love floats beside me.
Suddenly the river splits.
I throw her a kiss.
The healing room we call the world
would be too small
without the sound of weeping.
I dream an organ of a million pipes.
I lean. I spin. I weep. I throw a kiss of thanks
for all the little intimacies.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
How astute of you to listen to the words of a wise spider