I was sitting in the old Oak laughing when those eager
theologians waved their books at you, though you were
teaching your dog a new trick, and didn’t even notice.
While the angry politicians were threatening to annihilate
everyone, we were intrigued by the way the young Blue Jay
jerked his head back and forth, standing over the seed bowl.
When we strolled the rows together at the old apple orchard,
we didn’t mention Eve or Adam — the shapes the bare branches
cast against the deepening blue sky were far too captivating.
We don’t waste a moment worrying about whether or not
all of this magnificent beauty is going to end some day.
Whatever it is that still persists, we will be that too.
Some feel a kind of melancholy as evening approaches,
but we appreciate how the vast and limitless immensity
slowly shrinks down to the shining tip of a candle flame.
Some words and phrases can grow fangs which will pierce
through the thickest leather, so we handle them carefully.
When we say “I love you”, we always tell the truth.