when I look back on today
and tomorrow
I want to remember.
remember the feeling
of almost,
ready to be fulfilled.
remember all our friends
crowded around that long table
so many we needed
extra chairs to make room
for all that love
so much it overflowed
into tears.
I want to remember the
crescent moon and how
that one star seemed to
float
so close
the air so clean, so full
of peace, and grass and
the name of the Lord
on so many tongues
and His presence
over us, covering
what is and is soon to be.
I want
to remember
walking along the gravel
hand in hand
petting the horse’s soft
looming head through
the fence in the dark and just
feeling at home
finally
with you.
sitting on the porch
kissing you, with both hands.
is this how we’ll do it
tomorrow, you ask?
yes, I say.
3-5 seconds, not long enough
to thoroughly savor
the taste of I love you
but it’ll do.
sitting on the porch in
the night, full circle to when
this all began, we
began
and I tasted forever
for the first time–
here we are.
full
with the rightness
of being here
with you,
with promise.
every tomorrow with you
pregnant
with the hope
of all we have
to live.
– 9/11