Found poem

What vows did we intend
To weave each other strand by strand
Into anew.
Together.


This is what I have learned --
In no constant time
There is the constancy of your breath.
In no calm time
There is the steadfastness of you stance.
In no joyful time
There is the laughter of your eyes.

This is what I know
that I cannot know enough
To take blessings too much for granted.
Without gratitude
without wonder.
Even if I do on accident or in vague forgetfulness.

It is what I know
Even disregarded, it is in the lacing
Of our fingers.
It is in the promise of the new.