Sunday, February 13, 2011


It's the unexpected in the ordinary places, the corner in which you've forgotten to look.

The sweetest of all surprises resides across the table over shared naan and stilton-stuffed brioche.

A soft smile, a laugh in the dark, a comfortable, pregnant pause, a sigh.

No explanation necessary. Unspoken, yet understood.

A hand slides into a glove made for it. Content.

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
-Walt Whitman from Song of Myself

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