Your weight descends
upon the top of my head,
reaching into mind and brain
with luminous tendrils
of motherly love
and celestial command
in dizzying
orbital pirouettes,
a balloon riding
waves of solar wind
barely tethered to
a body or identity,
you push and pull
on our oceans
and minds high
in this early
summer heat,
quietly promising
to keep life churning,
keeping us company
without saying or
doing anything
but simply
being yourself,
teaching us all
a thing or two
about love.
Renee Novosel
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