How to See It
What they don't report on the news is
How to See It
What they don't report on the news is the way,
after we've pooled on the couch from our daylong
forward press, my lover asks me to take off my socks.
And in his sweet way, in his gentle care, places palms
full of lotion around my callused heel, rubs his fingers
firm and deep along my arched sole, up through the
valleys between my toes, a secure five-in-five clasp
wriggling away the tension. He doesn't mind that my
big toe has a fungus half the size of a quarter under
the nail bed, or that it’s been weeks since we've slid
into each other all naked and limbed and sweating.
Doesn't even ask for a foot rub in return. Instead,
he kneads the miles ached around my tendons one
pressure release at a time. Wraps me in hopeful
maybes as we discuss migrating north to Canada,
or south to Argentina. Says maybe things aren't
as bad as the headlines read, says without saying,
that maybe there are countless unsung others also
tending to this holy work of holding the world,
that maybe the world is so full of nameless devotees
tracing their humble love along the sore contours
of a walked together life, so full of such kindness
to even consider how it is we might begin to see it.
- Moudi Sbeity
Such love