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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Us

Remember the beginning
how we sat crossed-legged,
knees brushing knees
while you fed me mango,
one slow bite
after another.

Eyes seeing
all the way
Inside
to the deepest parts.

We kissed
in produce aisles,
next to blooming Rhododendrons
In wide open meadows
where wild flowers grew.

Between juicy bites
and slow sips of red wine
you told me.
Not with words
but with hands
and eyes

and layer after
layer fell
away
leaving behind
a fullness,
calm and cloudless
and sure.

Then came the I dos,
morning sickness,
middle-of-the-night feedings,
toddlers and tantrums
interruptions
and disagreements
over who should
or shouldn't, who did
or didn’t

And the insatiable need for sleep.

But under layers
of heavy storm clouds
that clear sky
remains.

Still and sure
and waiting
for our quiet
Return

1 comment :

  1. YES, lovely ones. Still and sure. xoxo

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