Let it be on a painterly blue-sky day like
this one under an artistic wash of light clouds,

on a trail that feels like ours, weaving through
pines with periodic peeks of the calm Pacific.

As you lean into a slight rise of soft,
slanting light, I capture an image

I hope to summon the day one of us rises
into mystery, leaving the other with

the sweetness of such an ordinary moment—
which turns out to be extraordinary

when we recognize it as fleeting,
as unbearably precious,

vanishing on a single breath.