Sink In

I sink into enveloping love for my husband as I wake behind him.
What a way to return to this world.

I sink into the task of moving steel, assembling pieces, and placing them in space.
What a way to share an idea.

I sink into my daughter’s body as she holds me home from the next adventure.
What a way to depart.

Sink into the love, the work, the parenting.

This is it. This is all we get.