Her Garden

Nothing imagined could
Dismiss the rightness
Of this: you plan,
Plant, improvise,
Provide and I'd feel
No less near if
I fell from another star,
Here, to be astonished
By what you are.

DNA

Banisters, spiral stairs--
Ancestors descend in pairs
And dance floors fill.
Fingertips touch, disappear,
Leaving glows --
Each slowly rises.
Chandelier of swarming
Stars grows overhead.
We appear, see what we
Are and  will be,
And dance here.