When the ground beneath my feet shifts like sand
when I wake to unfamiliar views out foreign windows

when the stories I once told about how my life would be
unravel like a sweater whose loose thread is pulled

when my thumb reaches again and again for my index finger
making sure the rings are still there and then I remember

when I tell yet another acquaintance how much has changed
and then comfort them because it's more than they can bear

the constant I know I can count on is you, tucked
inside the innermost chamber of my storm-tossed heart

and because love is a mobius strip with no beginning or end
you carry me safe and cherished even as I carry you

I'm participating again this year in #blogElul, an internet-wide carnival of themed posts aimed at waking the heart and soul before the Days of Awe. (Organized by Ima Bima.) Read #blogElul posts via the Elul tag; you might also enjoy my collection of Elul poems which arose out of #blogElul a few years ago, now available in print and e-book form as See Me: Elul poems.