Toward Home

My body
leaks,
impressed by
the statue of your body

not perfect but

belly is sculpted
just as it was meant
to be;

wishing mine was too.

The contour of my hip
is not stiff.
 but smooth
and rounds us
with comfort

so that hands
that might grasp
with mindfulness
and purpose

before we walk the next leg
of the journey
toward home.