All That Matters

You’re here, sweet one

And that’s all that matters

You think you have to be someone

Do something, go somewhere

But there’s only ever this

And there’s only ever you

This is all You ever wanted:

The mere fact of my presence

My sheer existence, nothing more

Whatever my shape

Whatever the skin I’m in

Whichever side of any line I’m on

All the rest irrelevant

I realise that now

All – all – that matters

Is that you’re here, sweet one. 

Home

Yes, yes, I’ll come

I always knew I would

But had no idea how to start

Now, tentatively, I begin

Each step tiny, vulnerable

Faltering, always allowing

For the possibility of falling back

Yet the movement arising within

Knows its own way home

And has no need of a guide

Love beyond imagining