Tenderness

I grieve the days I could say with conviction
That space exploration is the great unifier, transcender

But find comfort when I remember
It is music.

With its tenderness — the warmth between the notes.
Which we don’t revoke but welcome, praise, and even crave

I yearn for more tender days.

Days when we spoke without language, deeply connected,
exploring the complexities of this human experience.

I yearn for connection.

I find it again in empty spaces, in the silent embraces
of a forest, meadow, a garden
a clear night, with stars that beckon

The planet heals us with her tender song
so we can return to ourselves more tender and warm.
What unconditional love.

I yearn for the trees and their peaceful song.