My body in recline
contains a chamber
housing monks
draped in saffron robes
chanting OM as one.
(The first time it happened I got out of bed,
curious to hear which note my body hummed.
According to my keyboard –middle C.=
I tapped it repeatedly to be sure 
Some part of my mind deciding
“How appropriate”)
I tried to explain to my spouse, 
“It’s a kind of adoring”
His reply, “Like a Taylor Swift fan
catching sight of the star?”
I rejected the giddy bounce of his analogy.
“More like swinging a door wide
finding my best friend on the other side.”
Or that moment in the grocery store
discovering, after a long absence,
a box of my love’s favorite cereal 
corners of my mouth lifting slightly
anticipating his surprised response
glimpsing what’s for breakfast this morning.