You are loved

 
If you thought you traveled 

alone

dragging your load

as you do

across the deserts of your

stolen dreams

tossed about wantonly by

furious winds and 

ingratiating high tides

then you can't have seen the magic that has awaited you

day after enchanting day

in the powdered concrete that glistens 

even beneath overcast skies

and upon which you walk 

mind and body apart

or heard the dragon's contented roar

escaping from hurrying cars

that grate and grind past you

or touched the slender waxy tubes

of the fuschia

that have at last fallen to the ground

after their week-long fanfare

Nor would you have tasted 

the slow release of saliva

sweet in its anticipation 

of the marshmallow that will crown the 

frothy hot mocha you order every morning

or felt the feathery caress of the breath of

ten thousand angels 

assigned by Heaven

to be your constant company

and heard them adoringly whisper
again and again and again:

You are loved