Monday, September 1, 2014

At a Winery Wedding

I tried to be mortal, really I did
But "the end" was never a reliable answer to any of my questions.

Love was just too endless, grief too immense.
When we held on to life we were clinging to much more:
A one-minute egg, the smell of fresh timothy,
Old magazines left on streets for the junk dealer,
Compassion for one's lover -- besides, death was always
What happened to others, like a Little League trophy
That changed not a thing but remained in the basement
For owner after owner, 'til when the house was torn down finally
It seemed something timeless, a variant of mercy,
With a persistent and meaningless glow all around it.

1 comment:

erin said...

! no matter the imagining - it is unimaginable - always, but especially from the point of view of love. oh, wait, can grief ever end, as you point out.

this is particularly perfect, "variant of mercy".)))

xo
erin