comfortable

she stepped outside into the morning air to watch the cars go by 

and let the sun dry her hair
i sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops as they gathered on the windshield 

and raced down into the humming motor 

and she folded up her fears like paper airplanes
and lost them in the trees
and i know i don't deserve this:
the capacity to feel (to laugh and to cry and to praise) for that i live and breathe and wake each day is nothing less than your grace (in awkward and glorious movement).

there shouldn't be days when i don't take my shoes off until midnight.