21 Dec 12
Leaning In
Sometimes, in the middle of a crowded store on a Saturday
afternoon, my husband will rest his hand
on my neck, or on the soft flesh belted at my waist,
and pull me to him. I understand
his question: Why are we so fortunate
when all around us, friends are falling prey
to divorce and illness? It seems intemperate
to celebrate in a more conspicuous way
so we just stand there, leaning in
to one another, until that moment
of sheer blessedness dissolves and our skin,
which has been touching, cools and relents,
settling back into our separate skeletons
as we head toward Housewares to resume our errands.
by Sue Ellen Thompson
21 Dec 12
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyvery nice, thank you!
[b]Leaning In
Sometimes, in the middle of a crowded store on a Saturday
afternoon, my husband will rest his hand
on my neck, or on the soft flesh belted at my waist,
and pull me to him. I understand
his question: Why are we so fortunate
when all around us, friends are falling prey
to divorce and illness? It seems intemperate
to ce ...[text shortened]... parate skeletons
as we head toward Housewares to resume our errands.
by Sue Ellen Thompson[/b]
