Grace

I blink open my eyes once more
to the startling scene
in which somebody loves me.
Somebody behind my ear.
Somebody in the air.
Somebody in my arm hair.
Somebody in the sky.
Somebody in a child's face.
Somebody under my skin.
At the door.
Knocking
to be let in.

A Prayer While Out For A Run

You are the legs on which I run
You are the sore muscles building strength
You are the air I breathe, the blood pulsing in my temples.
You are the still small thud
Of heart on sternum
Sneakers on pavement
You are the cool glass of water up ahead
Resting on the kitchen counter
Waiting for me to take
Softly on parched lips.