On My Mat

As leaves umberise

and heaters click on -

even as I know the movement

is comfort,

never regretted -

I can find myself

wanting to curl up, bear-like.

But this afternoon, I'm choosing you.

As cold surrounds

and I find myself

inside, alone

and frustrated;

as a lone pigeon

perches on a freezing bridge;

you warm me, calm me, recharge me.

This morning, I'm choosing you.

As the soil opens

to evening's return,

you focus my excitement,

reinforce my energy

and stretch and lighten,

as if unfurling after a long dormancy,

to new growth.

Tonight, I'm choosing you.

As light wakens

and lizards bask on sand,

I lie, sensing us connected.

You lift me

amongst the long-tailed swallows

and soft cirrus clouds,

to simply be.

I'm choosing you,

I'm choosing you,

I'm choosing you.