She stepped outside into the morning air

To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was

But I just stared



I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops

As they gathered on the windshield

And raced down into the humming motor

And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes

And lost them in the trees



And I know I don't deserve this

The capacity to feel

To laugh and cry and to praise

For that I live and breathe and wake each day

Is nothing less than your grace

In awkward and glorious movement