Tell me again about the first time we met. It’s my favorite story.
You don’t know who they will be, the ones who open your eyes to life’s wild magic, but when you find them, it will not be hard to tell.
Earthmother (for Heidi)
It might seem a perilous undertaking of the spirit, to see what beauty is still alive in this world of smoke, and speed, and fear, but as I question if there is hope for us in the times to come, I remember you in your garden, smiling, and showing us that hope is everywhere if you know where to look.
There are more with a spark like the one you carry in your loving heart, so I know we will never be lost.
I probably won’t admit it in person, but I think you’re pretty great.
Nothing feels more like everything than love.
The first time
he saw her,
he knew it
inside of one
This is the
kind of love
that just keeps
Maybe it doesn’t
have to be
Maybe we don’t
have to make a big deal
out of spending
the rest of our lives
Life might be
but I never knew
until I met you.
This is a picture
of true happiness.
What are the odds
that in the span of the infinite
galactic tangle of stars
and quasars and black holes,
somehow we found
There are invisible lines
connecting everything together,
and I am particularly fond of
the one that connects me to you.
You see me better than I am, she said & I’m worried what’ll happen when your vision changes
They came to sit & dangle their feet off the edge of the world & after awhile they forgot everything but the good & true things they would do someday.
You seem very calm for a woman who’s getting married, I said & she nodded. It’s on my to-do list, she said, so there’s no point in agonizing about it
I remember the lights of Atlantic City reflected from her glasses & there was the tilt-a-whirl right as she kissed me & I spun happily in circles for a long time after that.
Some Kind of Ride
feels like some kind of ride but it’s turning out just to be life going absolutely perfectly
We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.