I love you, too

I love the boats moaning
Despondent to each other
Or ecstatic
Across the water

I love the owl hooting
In the tree outside my apartment
Alone in a tree I think
But it knows it's being heard

I love the skunk that sneaks
Under the deck
And digs in my recycling
For the greasy pizza box

I love the light from the parking lot next door
And the small voices that rise over the wall
Friends saying goodbye for an hour
After a long shift

I love the little bit of starlight
I get to see when I look up
Before I turn my key in the door
Walking from my car up the front step

I love the box of mismatched pie slices
Foisted upon me by my elders
The too-much feeling of family
Who are so much unsaid to each other

I love the plane overhead
Roaring its passage as if to say across
The room of the sky to the floor of the earth
I am here and so are you

I love these things for no particular reason
Except that they are around me
Present in the world as I am
We are all little bits of starlight

Waving across the room

Christie Flemming