Nothing Else Matters
Push the world aside.
Find a place for just you, and I,
a place where we can talk, one to the other,
a place of listening for breath and soul
and the electricity of touch, one hand on the other.
Set aside the noise. Push aside the crowd.
There is you, and I. Nothing else matters
save the sound of two souls slowing down
and rediscovering each other again,
again, and always
About this poem
Too often we say certain things matter most, but act as if they don’t.
A love poem. The woman I love has been away a couple of days and returns this afternoon.
A poem of spirit. For too often life is too busy and too noisy for us to find God in the mix.
You choose. Or don’t. It’s OK for things to have more than one meaning.
PS – The picture was taken at the Wiburton Inn in Manchester, VT.