Poetry Open Thread

Past and Future

I love that moment when
She realizes and I realize
We each realize the other has wanted to
(Maybe since dinner
Or third period
Or she first saw my profile pic
Or I first saw her across the party)

The first time was in the back-yard
Of a senior center.
The grounds and we were
In formal Spring dress.
Our instruments and our parents and our friends
Probably existed without us
In the glowing distance.
And we rested against, behind a tree,
Less and less able to focus
On talk of friends or Dvorak,
And who would be first chair next Fall.

We are not young for
Fifteen, Twenty, Thirty, Fifty Years.
We are young for about
Five minutes altogether.

We are young for the first times,
The three seconds in which
Her eyes first say yes,
Or our baby first coughs
Or our mom becomes
(it takes just a few seconds)
Feeble in front of us.
The rest of life is just somewhere in the middle,
Like the train-stops between
Here and Home.

In the gym, I watched her
She might have been
Seventy, Eighty, Ninety.
Taking off her coat took with shaking hands.
Eighty-six seconds.
When her pale quivering legs
Hit the treadmill at
Two-point-two, two-point-three,
We all  watched
In polite horror.

We are so lucky, so cursed.

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2 Responses to “Poetry Open Thread”

  1. Jen says:

    Love it! 😀

  2. CC says:

    I love the way you think. Sexy and sad rolled into one –like me (wink wink)