Poems Fell from the Sky

I wrote it all down on scraps of paper. More than a fable spreading out across mornings.
You were listening.
You heard me.
Foundation in place, you carried pieces of torn paper in your pockets. Poems fell from the sky. Your head tilted up, tongue out, tasting each sentence.
Everything is right here. Already written. This life we are living in the midst of ever changing beauty. Look at our table set for celebration.
How your hand in mine makes new.