Irony is grading essays on family, | 2014
dedicated to Jean Assy
*This poem was published in Words Apart in 2014
as the anachronistic
doing and not having
makes it possible
to remember
gondola rides
we have yet to take in Venice,
or tulip fields
we have yet to fall asleep in
in Holland
as I wake before you
and run mad
in my white lace dress
to our warm winter home
or our cool summer cabin
either of which
we haven’t purchased yet
any more than
we’ve paid
for those orchards
of olive trees
and pairs of hammocks
I see us sleeping in
as our business
takes off,
though
the papers haven’t been
signed yet
and the contract-
along with our other
projects,
trips,
and investments-
remain in a permanent state
of impermanence.
Pending-
like my wishes on stars
and in wells-
there, but not quite here yet;
unlike my love for you-
luminescent,
here,
always.