There's always so much mundanity
and somehow you slowly begin to long for it.

Leather jacket in a coffee shop,
earth tone carpet and candlelight,
gratitude of morning, cold brewed coffee
in a porcelain mug -
robin's egg
blue.

It doesn't dull but it deepens,
the jagged edge of longing
recedes into a panoramic vision
revealing God
at work in all the
corners.

Wrought iron love,
a mahogany nerve
giving into suffering
and pouring as smelted silver
into each and every
wounded
soul.

An erstwhile brush fire
now a searing, albeit
setting,
sun.