Kismet

 He’s downstairs

Getting the chai ready 

While I brush my teeth 

We quietly flow through 

The routine

With a touch 

and a groggy hug

Here and there 

He grabs the leashes 

The dogs wag and smile

Their way to the door 

I grab the keys 

And we are on our way

To forest therapy

We don’t have to speak

But sometimes do

The deep things of

The universe 

Or the partridgeberries 

And chicory 

Holding hands 

Holding each other’s

Hearts 

Tenderly 

Respectfully 

An easy partnership 

Because we knew

We were out there 

We believed in 

Kismet 

So our souls 

Felt the force 

Of fate that pulled us 

And we knew 

When we saw

The other’s face