it will be
litmus,
an invocation,
a homework check;
what did we
promise?
what have we
delivered?
it will be
hot meals
interrupted by
glass clinks
and kind words-
some warm,
some cool.
it will be
one of us,
across the room
from the other,
confident and
wondering-
‘how do they know
that person?’
it will be
a negotiation-
who will
drive there and
who will
drive back?
then compromise
because one of us
took a last
toast for the
team.
it will be
poems of us,
with a shared pen,
a blank page-
wondering
are we the
creators or
will it write
us?
it will be
a memory play
taking me back
to our
first lines
and how everything
was prosaic
before i
met you.
marriage
i notice almost everything, even if it doesn’t become a poem
we are
meeting on stage
moving in, moving on,
travelling forwards
towards change.
we are
travelling abroad
hopping trains and
buses trusting in
our bond.
we are
planning a new life
mapping out a
future as friends,
husband and wife.
we are
standing in the yard
vowing to each other
love in easy times
and hard.
we are
turning at the lights
looking up, smiling
in time as we pass
out of sight.
we are
texting after work
sharing story after
story how the world
is full of quirks.
we are
having pricey drinks
loving on our kids;
laughing, not caring
what other people think.
we are
filling up our hearts
staying in every moment
even as the next
one starts.
we are
we are
we are.
words keep wolves at bay 