I am glad thinking
of the idea presented by
each night returning home
knowing that one ending
Will be the small ones and us
curling up under
the cavern and piles of cloth
as the blankets return our
rising temperature
and become a snug charm
washing all the bad of today away
and placing a pair of hands
so hot that the breathing slows
and the passage of a path
across the blue and beyond
and the many hued
colors of Green and tan that all
approach is from the tiny flicker
of closeness and trepidation
like a wave of our own
attention paid to
each of our seeing
growing tree of togetherness