SGF Seeks Same
by Margo Solod
I: am shorter than most people think, and older
than I feel except on rainy winter mornings.
You: are not the compliant, tractable wife you used to be.
I: can spot the glint of sand–scoured beach glass even on a cloudy day,
make Pad Thai, Chicken Mole, a mean meatloaf.
You: tell time without clocks, find your way through the mazes of Boston, Seattle
D.C. without maps.
I: watch my dog with an ache that glistens ever brighter as her eyes dim.
You: guard your children with the rage of one abandoned young.
I: cannot see the hand of god in my neighbor's kitten dead beside the road.
You: can't forget your brother raped you, over and over, but
you almost can forgive him.
I must be able to say 'look at the sky", and you
must see sailing ships in clouds,
want my arms around you there,
at that precise moment.