Return: A Kind of Blessing

For you who are returning;
turned again
to what feels regular,
routine,
or even pressed.

See,
just here –
droplets of the  moments
when your heart took on the rhythm of the tides
or trailed through long, hot grasses with cicadas’ sounds
or felt the city sun,
or sand.

For you
whose eyes were pricked with gratitude
when touseled children slept, close at hand,
and evening cooled
and you went lightly.

For you who are returning
see,
just here,
the droplets of those moments
soft and strong and simple

Pick it up, this beaded sprig
and feel the moments cool and full again

against your skin
and in your heart,
returned.