Your tiny being
fits:
through the closing of my hand
over the prints of my feet
in the flexion of my joints
below the weather of my experience
on the mantle of my shoulders
around the going of my lips
above the clouds of my head
amid the daydream of my thoughts
down the straws of my throat
within the ventricles of my heart
along the detours of my spine
across the difference of my need
under the ring of my arms
inside the frame of my standing
against the cushion of my shape
before the sea of my horizon
Your tiny being fits despite:
the echoes of my doubt
the age of my love
the heat of my impatience
the shadow of my loss
the limp of my distance
and the creases of my time
Your tiny being
fits
is the Greatest presence I have ever known
A beach State 