CALL ME BELOVED

the best I can explain
is that it’s in the trees,
tucked into the branches like
the nest above the driveway –

or that I felt it descend
in the cloud that’s now
draped over the rooftops,
the same cloud I mistook
for smoke from a distant fire.

I find it in all small things,
discarded like dimes on the street
which my mother says are signs
of my grandfather – the dimes –
small kindnesses that sustain me
and compell me to write them down.