You’ve heard that even
playing baseball is prayer

opening a jar for a child or
child opening door for you

is gift
two people who love each other

maybe unevenly, maybe not enough
can we ever articulate where we

fit together   how far we will go in
I can only go on answering   yes

Some have done it before us
the street outside never hears us walking

only me
passing with dog

the green house finally asks your name
can I really say

love or I love you or
I think you        somewhere down
love me  

there are no short cuts
I remain open-handed