My Love Commutes
(after "The Woman I Love" by Hafiz)

Mornings when you have gone
to work, my love, I fall into
your dreams: rumble on
your bus, feel the weight of
your bag, nod my
tired, stubbled cheek against
a window. To bus hum, I snore
softly, wire glasses slipping
down my nose. When bus stops,
I stretch strong arms, move
slowly in heavy dress shoes
down the aisle. And as you
yawn more fully awake, I
slip back into my own
dreams. Still
loving you, from here.

I chose the Hafiz poem (please follow the link above and read it). It spoke to me because of the connectedness that I feel love provides. Plus, I don't write nearly enough love poems for my wonderful husband.