You are up for any ride,
down for any scheme.
You shoulder morning,
nose-first and heartbeat-wide.
You window the world,
sunstripe eyes glassed in knowing.
No ask, no answer.
Just the yes of being.
You map without compass,
you clock without ticking,
you forgive the wind
as if it were kin.
Trust is not a word to you—
it’s a tail,
a backseat,
a door left open.
You hinge,
you lean,
you happen beside me.
And in that stillness,
you teach me
how to go.
