poetry

20 memories

20 memories

3 people squeezed on a school bus seat
riding home from Clambake
each skinny, saying
I’m sorry my hips are so big

♡

lying on the floor in Hedge
someone offers us a second pillow
we decline
our fates are sealed

♡

driving through the Maine woods
you at the Wheel
of the Spirit of ‘76
then waiting patiently
while I learned harp

♡

walking to a hardware store
at the counter you said
we need a wrench
I grinned –
we existed
and you knew
how to fix things

♡

getting used to
grey striped Peruvian blankets
forgetting that they itch

♡

first backpacking trip
unable to lift the pack
I thought
I can’t do this
after a day camping off in the woods
Gary Snyder running through my mind
deciding
we could live this way forever

♡

our sleeping bags on Mount David
you me the cold stars joy

♡

migraine in the middle of the night
I called you, scared
you walked to me in the dark
and held my head

♡

1993
EMS gave us free trees
we illegally planted on Green Mountain
our oldest descendants

♡

standing in the field
watching dozens of herons
on their nests –
found magic

♡

puppy Chavo
one soft ear folded forward
tail unsure about curling
red collar so loose about his neck
head tilted
listening

♡

on the Molehill
in the dark
a bottle of wine
a perfect proposal
punctuated by skunk spray

♡

starting our honeymoon
taking the backroads
to Pennsylvania in August
‘84 Subaru
no AC
who else but us
does this?

♡

in the stillness of Lenin’s tomb
my glasses case snaps shut
the AK-wielding soldier
is not amused
when we escape
we can’t stop laughing

♡

riding ponies in Mongolia
nothing but land and sky before us
hours later, back at the ger
muscles so sore
we must strategize
about how to
lie down

♡

staking out your bike at Macky
then seeing our house
knowing it was right

♡

crying each time
we met our
perfectly beautiful
healthy strong
sons

♡

standing on the broad top
of Longs Peak with you
twice
feeling safe

♡

finding Elk Lake
after all those years
sleeping as far from roads
as a Coloradan can

♡

you standing beside me
for three funerals
and all that came before them

♡

there’s no way to fully catalog
you + me
no way to save
every miraculous kindness done
or extraordinary experience shared
I have no doubts
the next score of years
we’ll love being together
even more

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