A journey, in the lush summer,
languid, slow and heated.
Along the road, a river runs.
Water dances as you dangle your feet
of the edge of ancient rocks.
Her voice is music,
part of the summer lushness,
a surprise, each day she loves you
here in the summer of your life,
a second season, unexpected as age,
and welcome beyond rationality.
About this poem
This past weekend was one of those times when plan after plan blew up. Two groups of friends that we expected for the weekend, didn’t make it for various reasons. An art show I had planned to show in got rained out.
But in the end, we had a lovely weekend. Time together, just the two of us, is precious, and when it is as unexpected as the love itself, there is a special joy in it.
It has taken me a long time to embrace joy again. I can’t tell you how much it means to me now. But I try.