A quiet warm space

     without unseen, unanticipated

        parameters / conditions

A gentle reception

     that leaves me no fear

         of what might escape

             unguarded lips

A joyous surprise

     that knows unbidden

         what lies so deeply in my heart

             that I dare rarely visit

A feather blown softly

     in the eye of a tornado

A seed-cone help buoyant

     in the raging flood

A little boy running naked

     back through the blizzard

         into a hot sulfur pool

A first meeting of forever

     a glance held transfixed

         in the overwhelm of realization

              that this is the heart and spirit

               only vaguely dreamt

  whose wings and yours

      shall enfold each other

          in eternal dance and revelation

When this to me has come to pass

     it will show, unspoken

         in all that flows my eyes, my lips, my pen.