Finally, Love

“Living may have learned can be both sloppy and precise,

And so you chose your careful witness to your silly little life.

You begin to trace each others journeys,

You begin to chart each others pace,

You start to notice all the sweetness in the details of their ways.

Because loving they are learning speaks a language of solace.

It speaks volumes about tomorrow when you’re fluent in forgiveness.

And sometimes, only sometimes, they begin to wonder what their 10 year old selves might have said to one another.

Maybe something like I’m sorry I won’t be with you through this sadness.

Like if I could be your axis, I would spin you past the madness.

Like I wish I had the wing span to just soar you to what’s after.

Like I wish I could just swoop you up and wrap you in my laughter.

Like I wish I could return you to this earth with just my palm.

Like my palm could be your satellite, your job to just hold on.

But your survival will be grace making.

Yes, your arrival will be breath taking.

And I will be here when you beat fear,

When you reach here,

When you find me.

Because sometimes there’s a you on a skateboard,

Sometimes there’s a me on a sloped curve.

Sometimes familiar becomes magic.

Sometimes magic needs distance.

Sometimes space is what shapes it,

And the shape is not instant.

Sometimes the horizon’s surprising,

And the view is worth risking,

And the risk is a long wait but this girl is persistent.

Sometimes the future just means that each day is worth finding.

And this day is a presence,

And this moment is shining.

Sometimes her prayers are just soothing.

Sometimes her face is just lovely.

Years.

Years spent searching

Sometimes people get lucky.”

-Alix Olson