the swift, cool current
and moss-slick boulders playing havoc
with our sneakered feet, you giggle
as a stone gives way and you go down,
pulling me with you
into the swirling foam,
where we smile at each other,
bubbles rising all around.
I think to myself, that's how it will have to be,
a willingness to let go--
Oh, to search for the perfect footholds, that too!
--the right time to bring home flowers,
to slip an I love you in an envelope
and slide it under the pillow--
but knowing we will surely get it wrong sometimes,
a "What's wrong?" on a day when nothing is right,
or a "We need to talk" smack down in the middle
of a David Gergen dialogue with Peter Matthiesen
--on these little slopes,
and whatever bigger boulders we encounter,
we will go down into the troubled water hand in hand
full of giddy anticipation of rising up again
into the perfect sunlight,
you and me together
forever in love.
September 1997
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