Turn to Wonder

Turn to Wonder

We’d been at it again,

voices drawn tight as wire.

Then something in me paused—

a small, uncertain space

between one word and the next.

I find myself wondering

how we got here,

how you came to hold so firmly

to something I can’t quite make sense of.

And how this—of all things—

can stir my anger so quickly.

Is it you? Or me?

Then the window stirs,

and a bit of wind brushes my arm,

my face—

light, almost nothing—

and suddenly I remember

the rest of the world:

trees moving, traffic in the distance,

a bird calling once, then gone.

You feel it too.

We both breathe that wind in,

and the room grows larger.