I keep looking at my Gabi
flowing though the safe spaces of our home
with freedom and unattainable grace
I realize, as I have many times before,
that her beauty cannot be confined
to a single frame
That it lives in displacement
In the movement
of her face, her eyes, her body
In how her legs became longer in motion
than any rational measure of space can ascertain
In how the fleeting expressions
of her eyes illuminate her face
In how the smile can never be pinned down
to any single point in time,
but belongs wholly to the entirety of its trajectory

To see her moving is to realize
she is made out of light

So I look at her, mesmerized
Yearning to hold her in my arms
To be held in her eyes
But she lands briefly on me
like a beam – and like a beam she leaves
I am left only with my empty hands
and the memory of something extraordinary
Something cherished
like the memory of water is to a thirsty traveller
An intangible gift, ultimately satisfying:
the essence of a life lived in love
like a religious experience