In the quiet you are loud
Firm and familiar like my husband’s chest
or the Costa Rican sun from our Tico deck
You leave proof of your presence
Like imprints of blankets from naps
Or incense smoke from wicks once lit
Your voice is clear
Like pristine glass or a mountain stream
like the call of an eagle across the tops of trees
Your pull is strong
Like the hard crisp beat of a jembe drum
Or the waters current when the tide is up
You're like You're as You're like
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