1.
Did you really think you’d be forgiven?
Really?
2.
Well, not to worry.
3.
And you thought you had beautiful sunsets.
4.
You always said it was impossible
To have absolute order out of
Total chaos. But then you’re back there.
5.
How to describe this abiding beauty:
Do you remember those mornings by the sea?
When the fog would condense to heavy mist?
You’d look out far and all blended the same.
But you’d focus close and each drop formed its
Own world suspended before your eyes.
And all of it, blur and vivid detail,
Wrapped you in its embrace and love.
6.
Did you consider squishing that ant? Don’t.
7.
Do you remember how I wrote about
The line of geese walking up the hill to
The pond in the sun, how it was something
I saw driving to work? That’s important.
8.
You know the fire of the sky at sunset,
How it looks like it could keep you warm
Across all those miles of air? It does.
9.
And the wide glow of the dawn turning to
A huge blazing ball then to a brilliant
Dot. Yes.
10.
Recall how in the spring we lay under
The blanket on the hillside in the dark
Watching the shad boats in the river with
Their lanterns in the stern calling the fish
Fat-bellied with roe to the surface, how
Though the lights appeared still in time they passed
Out of sight behind the quarrystone dump,
How you fell asleep in my arms and we
Woke covered in dew.
11.
Or when you hatched the eggs I found in the
Hayfield and the five ducklings followed you
Everywhere until we took them to the
Mill pond and you released them quacking to
Their kind and you thought the snapper dragged one
Under the surface as the others flew
Off? Well, guess what?
12.
The lingering beech leaves quiver in the
Wind here too–copper-colored, luminous.
13.
Those snakes I killed to protect our pups
Absolve me, lay their hands on my head, kiss
My cheeks.
14.
We are all one; we are all separate.
You tell me how.
15.
Turns out that in the dry creek bed at the
Bottom of the hill there was always a
Trickle of water but we never looked.
Go now and look.