You will arrive
glowing
expectant
trying to be contained
refined
but all too excited to contain the child jumping for joy within you
the morning birds
light
air wake you early
with scones and tea and jam.
Butter from the cow
and water from the well.
paint spills
scents the atmosphere
enlivens even the reluctant creative.
you begin.
but you never end.
It will be like this~
in love.
trish