A Haiku for My Love
This morning, as with most mornings, David and I lingered in bed, beneath the warm comforter, contemplating our respective tasks for the day ahead. “I’ve got to go to my studio and make photographs,” he said. “I need to work on my PechaKucha presentation,” I said, and then I sighed heavily.
David reached over to caress my forehead, which he knows is the fastest way to soothe my ever-racing mind. I murmured happily, and then he rested his arm across my collarbone. After a moment of silence, I said, “Do you feel that? It’s a heartbeat… but I can’t tell whose it is.”
And I smiled. And David smiled. Because he knew what I was thinking:
I feel one rhythm,
Your wrist, my neck, but one pulse
Hearts beating in sync.