Discernment

What do I see in you?

Rather, what do I discern?

The way you enter a room?  An elegant slide?  The slight adjustment from a dream-state to a reality?

Sometimes you are taller than expected, other times smaller.  I have to adjust my angle.

Your height...perfect when laying down...fitting...but perfect in an embrace of a hello...a fit...a comfort.

I recognize presence even before it happens...anticipation.  I feel the weight of you...I gauge you...an air pressure valve...I plug in and the needle moves.

I savor the morning you...the fresh and the clean...the unblemished...welcoming...

I delight in the evening you...some stress...some hair askew...natural.

The day of you.

Hours.

Minutes.

Give me what you can...extend into me an offer...an opportunity.

Because what I can detect is a return.

A home.

A land.

A familiar.

Restorative.

I find in you the outline of a shape.

That fits into me.

Cookie-cutter clean.

Perfect...in that chaotic way.

But mostly...a space that you fill that reminds me, time and again, of what I just need...in that moment.

That brief and fleeting moment when I first get to see you...and you enter a room.