carrying you

I see you
as I walk the sidewalks,
in the birds of paradise,
in the glow of the morning dew

and in my home,
in the gentle soft of a man,
in chipped dishware,
in my eyes,

and in guitar strums,
in the fur of a quiet thing
in the glow of the fireflies
around the roots
where you are.

Where you are,
I carry you.