With you, my feet are wing-shod: A poem 

I was stolen from you, you know 

like Neptune’s orbit had no Pluto 

I kind of think I’m little 

But even the smallest pebble is not brittle 

I have sand between my toes from waiting 

in a hot dry field that is not to my liking 

The sun is huge and far-reaching 

I try to distance from its light, its leeching 

I call out your name in the stark dark 

This eternal hieroglyph in the universe is no lark 

This love is multidimensional quantum as a quark 

And I hear too well all our dogs’ endearing barks 

I was thinking Seraphim and Cherubim to God 

And all the thunder and lightning played for you and me by the Lord 

I hear the rumble of love and its eternal universal chord 

And I can tell you, with you, my feet are wing-shod