Living, we have learned, can be both sloppy and precise. 

And so, you choose your careful witness to your silly little life. 

 

You begin to trace each other's journeys, you begin to chart each other's pace. 

You start to notice all the sweetness and the details of their ways. 

 

Because loving seeks a language of solace. 

It speaks volumes about tomorrow when you are fluent in forgiveness. 

 

Sometimes familiar becomes magic. 

Sometimes magic needs distance. 

Sometimes space is what shapes it. 

And the shape is not instant. 

 

Sometimes the horizon's surprising. 

And the view is worth risking. 

And the risk is a long wait, but this girl is persistent. 

Sometimes a future just means that each day is worth finding. 

 

And this day is a presence, and this moment is shining. 

Sometimes her prayers are just soothing.

Sometimes her face is just lovely. 

 

Years, years spent searching. 

Sometimes people get lucky. 

 

Poetry- Alix Olson