The hug you were looking for
has always already happened.
And the hug you long to give back
to the meadow, every flower,
to the forest, each leaf,
to the fur and breath of all creatures
cradled to your breast,
both wild and tame, enrapturing
the raven, the homeless coyote,
the dolphin and the Earth's last
sad panda slowly, deliberately
her bamboo,
as you enfold the ocean,
as you absorb the moon's pull
into your quiet gravity, your arms
a zero full of distant stars,

drawing them always closer, yes,
this embrace is ripe and full
like breathing, ever received
and given….
Now repose
in the hug you Are.