There are spaces and cracks in our lives

where love leaks in.

I saw a stone split wide open

in the freezing and thawing places

of a Minnesota winter-spring.

I only saw one

but it was enough to tell me

how persistently powerful

is this moistening!

Soft, gentle, water-life

ripping open rock-

simply by just being there,

In the crevices of life . . .

Penetrating and seeping in,

unobtrusively,

serendipitously,

as the world turns.

And I eat my rhubarb sauce with cream,

now breaking into smiles,

as the tulips are also blossoming red!

-rjs