in front of the open refrigerator, i caught her from behind,
gazing into its depths looking for lunch, & for a moment she
started, then settled into me, our hearts finding rhythm,
so i began to sing, something in response to something
she said, i can remember either, but none of that matters,
though i may have pickled some cucumbers with my voice,
but she didn't care, just smiling as i spun her around and
began dancing on the linoleum, in the spotlight of the still
open refrigerator door & when i forgot the words, i just made
them up so the moment would not stop...& then it did...
so we found lunch & she got back to work & i left for work,
but for those few moments...it was her & i...& we did not
have to plan it, or get a sitter, or get dressed up...or worry
that we would lose our 'green' status for wasting electricity...
we just were...together...& those small spontaneous moments
are what keep me breathing...small tastes of Your love.
written for Imperfect Prose
And if there was ever anything you thought you may want to know about me, Bonnie probably asked it, in the interview she did with me here. And if she did not, feel free to ask it in the comments over there and I will answer it.