Kindness

Your kindness comes up

like the sun

it warms me before the sky

has time to unfold

when it is still a thin ridge of blue

under the night covers

and I am stumbling and yawning 

through the morning rituals.

Before the first sip of coffee

has awoken my mouth

to the possibility of taste

smiling at you teaches my lips

to curl up again

and frees my eyes

from the web of the dust of sleep.

Let us not count the ways

in which we do not love

in these unguarded moments

our hearts lie open

and friendship is this - 

listening to the murmur of dreams

the enunciation of desires

the annunciation of dashed hopes

so we can go again into another

day of yearning.

Every morning

your kindness comes up

like the sun.