Absent-minded I may be sometimes,
but it doesn’t mean I love my life any less.
Can’t you see it in my eyes, when they look
deeply into your own?
Everyone else can, or at least that’s what I imagine;
faraway though your dreaming
gaze may seem.
Happiness is a goalpost that changes from year to year, and
I wonder sometimes if I’ve moved it too far.
Just drag it a little bit closer, I think, to
keep it within our reach!
Lazy, yes it probably is, but
maybe sometimes, that’s the only way
not to lose it altogether.
Ordinarily I wouldn’t want to be that
practical about matters such as love… but
Quiet, now.
Remember,
summer will come again, bringing the cleansing
thunderstorms that we both love to watch, from
underneath the cover of our back patio…
Venerable rumbles from the sky, so
welcome after bolts of lightning tear the sky like wild
X-rays out of control, seeking only
yesterday’s pain, to illuminate and help us understand:
Zealousness their only game.
2/15/24
Karen McCaskey 