Three Stories ~ Because I Was Late For Dinner

Apparently                                          the unfolding is already happening
for you                                                 while I sit in a barber shop chair –
at home                                               you are waiting for me
the stories you have woven are          unraveling,
unfurling quietly                                   as the scissors fly and she tells me of her plunge
into truth                                              from pain,
into life                                                 from despair,
and you realize,                                   and I realize
that this has all happened                   for a reason, everything is
in perfect order,                                  inside this night,
a lifetime                                              and our coming together
over a glass of wine,                           and a new haircut,
sometimes all we need is                    a rainy night,
the gift of spaciousness                       and someone to listen.


Three things I am:
1. Comfortable in the quiet house
2. Trusting of this heart
3. Confident in the unfolding

Three things I am – also:
1. Uneasy in the quiet house
2. Hesitant of this heart
3. Uncertain in the unfolding

but what is the point
of definitions

when tonight
all that matters

is the way
that the sharp,

slender moon
has rocked

into a perfect
white crescent?