An Opening

I am standing in front of an open flame,

A place I always saw myself in the course

Of creating new things,

When the door opens.

The air rushes in and with it brings

The scent of crisp mountain air,

Coffee, flannel fabric, and the pages of books

As you enter the room,

I can tell by your look,

You are tired, weary.

But when we embrace, the two halves of our home

Become whole.

The cold places in my chest overflow with warmth

That fills the empty places in my soul.

Wherever we go

We will have shelter.

Whatever tomorrow brings

We will never be alone.

It would never have been possible

If we hadn’t seized an opening.

Take your chances, show your cards, don’t apologize

For loving, for hoping, for noticing.