for rhea, my valentine

i love this day...but not because it is beautiful, nor because it is valentines'...

not because i can stand over there and look out and see the tiny flowering quince you planted, all pink-orange, winking back at me from down by the road...

not because there might be a warbler migrating by...

nor because we might go fill up the truck with dirt and haul it back here to put in a new bed on this spring-like weekend.....no,

it is because this day stretches out into
f o r e v e r with possible moments,

and because i see these possible moments all queued up, one behind the next, each waiting its turn to come be filled up and over the brim

with loving you