Communion

Early light washes over me and love is an ocean. I look out the window as squirrels and sparrows hop across the yard and play— it could be spring it could be fall. I think of my friend— I’ll love her forever. When we’re together I’m lost in time and prophets and soothsayers don’t even know what time is. When my friend and I stand near each other in an aisle of the grocery store our talk of nothingness finds greater meaning. And although years before we met have passed our hearts are young.