We’re wife and husband like warm pillows,
or a crocheted blanket around my shoulders
soft enclosures making love and peace
in the ladles of a womb
Our circumstanced duality is a conversation,
like hands on either side of the examined
In a close gestalt I am alone, unceilinged
on my constitutional save for animals,
Spirit and Mother Earth
Umbilical cord unafraid knowing
you’re back home in your chair
~ Lady