The radio turns itself on.
The world is awake and listening.
The world sets its heart in motion.
Listen to the day beat. Turn
your head away from dark.
See if your feet work. Bring
your hands to the table.
Ask food its blessing. She
arises. He hears her on the stair.
She walks into his life again.
Love dances in air. She speaks.
john mann poems 
I find this the most moving of your poems so far. It has, for ,me, the feeling of a cressendo (sp). ‘She walks into his life again’ has a poinancy I cannot quite describe or perhaps explain. I am a crap poet but I know well written when I read it. I look forward to your posts they are always a gift and I find it you spurn me on to my own expressions of poetry (crap though they may be ;0} ) Thanx.