OUR STORY

I’m still here—we both wait expectantly.
It’s always a little strange,
but there is still laughter.
There are few sounds
out there, more happiness, a river that curves
but not away from itself.
The ancient command of love
becomes involuntary. Some day,
everywhere will be like this—
the white and black chest pressed together.

I’m still here.

(16 June 2007)