Love touches every surface
as eagerly as water seeping
into soil, finding each tiny crevice
and filling it suddenly

Love goes in infinitely small,
embracing every grain of thought,
of being. The intimacy of being known
closer than I ever could imagine,
of knowing something by the way
it touches me
opens me out
like a chestnut frond —
so much unfolding
from one little bud.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2015