Day 261: Same Gesture

Love is a secret room where we become what we always were, or 'most nakedly are.'


The Same Gesture - John Montague

There is a secret room
of golden light where
everything - love, violence,
hatred is possible;
and, again, love.

Such intimacy of hand
and mind is achieved
under its healing light
that the shifting of
hands is a rite

like court music.
We barely know our
selves there though
it is what we always were
- most nakedly are -

and must remember
when we leave, re-
suming our habits
with our clothes:
work, 'phone, drive

through late traffic
changing gears with
the same gesture as
eased your snowbound
heart and flesh.