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.