I’m not superstitious 
but somehow still practiced
at looking for signs
assigning them meaning
to nurture my hopes and dreams.

The dove on the deck
she tilted her head
cooing praise as we drank
our first coffee together
telling me you were the one.

The morning rainbow from
your hospital window
promised the years we have left
would be many and golden
extending my earthly paradise.

We left Lyon “Part-Dieu”
meaning “belonging to God”
you’re the gift, then, I borrowed
thirty-four years ago
to walk this world as one.