Am I electron to your nucleus?
Or maybe just your daylight succubus?
A homing pigeon with you as my home?
Camp follower who maps you as you roam?
No. Maybe I’m the fixed point so you’re drawn
Back to where the compass calls you home.
Or you might be my planet, I your sun,
That is, if of all planets, I have One.
I think, after all our decades lived together
Through sun and storms, surviving any weather,
That neither of us constitutes the center,
But we’ve both given birth to our best mentor:
There, spinning light and love, our gyroscope,
The child of all our faith and love and hope.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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