To Have Time

I can not breathe
for the sheer
permission of
my life.

My life --
that which I --
live in
speak in
breathe in
touch.

At this moment
warming green tea
in hand
as I look out
at coldly blue skies
with softly dancing
down snow.

Snow. that my
daughter and I
walked among
this morning
to school

listening to her thoughts
random and swirling
softly dancing
down.

And then,

The Good-bye

A clasping of intensity
A wishing to remain

together.

And her brave
straight back
as she continued
through the snow

alone -- without me

into the building.

And I can not breathe
choked by gratitude
to be there
and an ache
for her small
determined bravery.

I see it, love,
I see it.