We are sitting
under the stars

For months
we have been
crazy
whirling
dervishes
seeking enlightenment

Formulating
plan after plan

Throwing bits of paper
everywhere

until they were caught up
in some cosmic storm
wreaking havoc
on our hearts

Turning our voices
Into discordant clanging

Into

Not
Our voices

Until

Stillness
and quiet

And in the quiet
I watched a heron
fly gracefully
above us
and land
softly at our feet

Slowly
Our fingers stretched
Reaching
Searching for the other

And in that moment
all I could hear
were our soft breaths
and our steady hearts

And just
as the heron
spread its wings
to lift off
from our place
beneath the stars
I knew

Our love
is made of
soft breaths
and steady
beating hearts
and clasped hands
and the miracle
of birds in flight

and
magic
under stars

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