A thick darkness tonight,
then a full moon comes up and over
the ridge, drenches the earth as if
it’s an old heart pulsating under skin.
The hitching post and huge boulders
near the shop hold darkness.
Something about them,
primitive.
A herd of deer pops out of a black tangle
of shrubs. Geese overhead turn,
keeping the arrow perfect.
Simple like in slower times.
So I sit with you, and I’m pleased
with your steady tender ways—
your joy over hot food from the oven,
your act of coloring inside lines.
Passing time at the table with you
makes me younger, less exhausted.
I lose my tiredness. All of a sudden,
I breathe lightly.
then a full moon comes up and over
the ridge, drenches the earth as if
it’s an old heart pulsating under skin.
The hitching post and huge boulders
near the shop hold darkness.
Something about them,
primitive.
A herd of deer pops out of a black tangle
of shrubs. Geese overhead turn,
keeping the arrow perfect.
Simple like in slower times.
So I sit with you, and I’m pleased
with your steady tender ways—
your joy over hot food from the oven,
your act of coloring inside lines.
Passing time at the table with you
makes me younger, less exhausted.
I lose my tiredness. All of a sudden,
I breathe lightly.