Leap of Faith
I watch her from the window.
Pushing flour, I make dough.
Pushing compost, she makes dirt.
With bread and gardens, we feed each other.
I never loved before
I played at love,
even married love, I thought.
But there was always a back door,
an escape hatch, hidden in my heart.
With instinctive knowing, I gave myself an out.
Then, her, soul’s twin, heart’s mirror.
She closed all exits.
Captured, but no longer trapped,
I flung myself over the cliff for love,
no wings to soar, no parachute to open.
Just her loving arms to catch and hold me,
Warm and safe forever.