Here’s to flutter. That of those dark fringes
framing impossibly large baby blues,
and that of my heart when they fall just so
blinking in wonder at a world so new.
Here’s to embracing fat tears, the salt water
we are, tiny beads of humanity held fast
collected in cobalt bottles, cold pockets,
waiting for the tide to pull us home.
Here’s to opening fully, seeing. Believing.
Gazing, praising, growing. Knowing
that this blink is fleeting, but
each echo is eternal.