April 8

Love’s Big Adventure


When we met, he reminded me of the wet
snow that sticks to skis, weighting them down,
stopping all motion.

After a year, he was more like a sailboat
springing leaks as we tried
to navigate the pond.

The hydrangea shoot should never be cut.
It will take years before it blossoms:
those flowers that can be blue or purple,
depending on the soil. He knew I knew that.