Love Here
Today is our forty-second anniversary
some years much longer than others
as time rolled us through, tumbled
us onto this now comfortable shore
Thick length of ills’ dark heaviness
necessity upon necessity, rumbling
ruffling each hint of calm blue flow
in the waters of those days
Remembering I feel myself slipping
wanting to kick away, play
in the thick grass
of my father’s once lush lawn
Where grass grew strong
despite the fact of his huge oak
spreading cool shelter in the melt-down
of Georgia’s summer sun
That red brick home, sweet corner
lives in my today’s almost
more vibrant, vivid than then
at ten than now
When I no longer spin and spin
to let the craziness of dizziness
drop me into that green sea
but instead I reach up, lean close
Remind myself how strokes, one
and then another, us taking turns
to breathe, have brought us home
to rest, side by side, love here.
Jane Penland Hoover
November
13, 2011
Poetic Bloomings
Prompt 29
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