turn my head from the computer
and stare at my hands.
The aroma of hazelnut coffeeswirls around me.
And I think—My god, these hands have really accomplished.
They’ve done a million interesting and uninteresting things;
they’ve been to so many places.
Suddenly, I’m walking along the lake,watching seagulls coast over the waves.
And then, with the softest of touches,
my hand is taken and I return to her.
The aroma of spring loveswirls around us.
I look over into her beautiful, adoring eyes,and it occurs to me that simple pleasures
are nothing short
(From the books 10 Love Poems and Kairos)