She stepped outside into the morning air
To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair
I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was

But I just stared

I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops

As they gathered on the windshield
And raced down into the humming motor
And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes

And lost them in the trees

And I know I don't deserve this

The capacity to feel
To laugh and cry and to praise
For that I live and breathe and wake each day

Is nothing less than your grace
In awkward and glorious movement