Landing
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Landing in meditation
I found myself
With you. Of course,
I knew you would be
Waiting, open for me
To read, and you waiting,
To offer ideas and suggestions
For revisions of my story,
And yes, I know the last sentence
As everyone does, and when
It comes, and the journal is full,
Another will be ready-made with sewn binding
And paper made of linen
Watermarked with your kiss,
And you will lift me
From the pages
Of the full one—complete
With your lavish touches
And crammed with my ridiculous adventures,
And you will say, with all the pride
Of a parent laying a newborn
Into a bassinet—
Live.
