After 40 Years

When manna refuses to fall from heaven
we may find ourselves left with no other option
but to wring it from the earth below our feet.


I’ve come to realize
that maybe I won’t ever understand
all the reasons why you did
what you did.

But I’ve also grown to realize
that maybe that’s ok.

how could i forget

we lay together, composed between foreplay and sobriety.
bodies resting peacefully against the other’s grooves.

my arms draped heavily over hers in a steady embrace,
as our legs intertwined in effortless coordination.

she pulls my fingers close,
and her lips gently caress the crook of my thumb.

we dance a still and silent, horizontal bolero.


It’s simple enough to say
that we see what we will,
but were that we oft forget
that we, too, will what we see.