Late Night (August)

Late night, August.

Windows wide open.

Sounds of the waterfall on the pond

which needs to be rid of its decaying leaves

but continues to sparkle under

the fairy lights designed

by one 

who enraptures my heart...

like the kiss of rain

upon

the hollyhocks

my father loved.

A dear friend has just left

after a long overdue dinner and 

conversation

he's seen me through my all

a friend who 

hopefully

will be in my

life until one of us exits.

and to whom I've just opened

these questions

of my heart.

The washing machine hums

with the memories of another,

a bliss filled night

and those more mundane.

I step out with the dogs

both overcoming

a stomach flu

and sleepless nights for all of us.

two stars - perhaps distant galaxies

catch my eye

and then the entire 

universe

opens her gown

revealing stars upon stars upon stars...

That's where God is

in the in between of here and there

where I find myself now

love

the baby stage of what 

could be 

the grandest 

adventure.

Who's to say?