To Harvest is to Hold-

I harvest the moments

that feed my soul—

the ones that return me

to peace.

It’s the scent—


that newborn sweetness,


soft and warm like evening light—


that brings me back.

Or your first belly laugh-

deep and pure,


a sound that broke my world open


and stitched me to it.

These moments hide


beneath the ordinary,


in the hum of a song,


a half-remembered cry.

They find me


when the world is too loud,

too cold-

small anchors


pulling me home


to the hush,


to the scent of your crown,


to the first time


I knew love


by its sound.