|
|
How We Love Now
As
we wander through the twilight``
we’ve grown closer when our
younger selves thought we had
cleaved to each other like two
vines intertangled. Trust has
flourished sunk deep tap roots,
arched over us like a canopy.
We
laugh more than we did.
We
were pestered by ambition
like a hornet’s nest disturbed.
We
swatted, we smarted.
We
were drunk with distraction.
Now we lean harder, relish each
moment we ae given to endure.
enjoy, survive –together.
Your
face is imprinted on me as if
I
were a silver dollar . Open
me
up, in my chest along
with my pacemakered heart there is only you you you.
The E
The Epstein files reveal how
the very rich relate entirely
to
each other. They live
in
hermetic opulence.
Epstein was not only pimp
but a connector. He
gave
the rich and powerful what
they
wanted, forbidden
sex, a sense of always
being in control, someone
they wanted to hang out
with, the connector.
We’re way beneath their
gaze, their understanding
Any more than we know
intricacies of ant life.
Too small for us to notice,
We
step on them casually
as
we go on our way, just
like the rich do to us.
The Lessening Goes On
Although we never knew her age, I
suspect I’m now older than my
Mother ever lived to reach. lt’s
strange to be this old. I have lived
so long I remember horses
delivering milk, fruit, vegetables. I
remember events that they no
longer teach. When radio was
primary, and we all listened. I
remember travel long before
Interstates. We saw details no
longer even glimpsed. It
took hours more to cross maps
but we saw what was
really the gist of everyplace. So
much is gained, so much is
lost. I’ve outlived relatives
friends, even enemies, those who
wronged me, friends I loved. My
many cats, my familiars, bed
companions, comforters. I’ve
lost so much –what was ripped from
me, what I carelessly tossed and
later missed, what collided –
bounced off. Getting old is letting go,
losing. Have I gained wisdom? At least how to best love, at last.
|