Did you ever find something old--a poem-- and decide to finish it twenty years after you started it? Of course, you're a different person. Or are you? Here's my poem that I found and finished...
Twenty Years Between the First and Second Part
We come to it late this love late at night
after the argument about the kids
that aren’t born yet to us— we are preparing our
arguments ahead of time like we prepared
cheat notes for tests in college we make
ready our lives for children then come back to
love after we’ve decided nothing—
the children will come when they come and
we’ll let them be born. What a thing
to have to decide—
when to let something be born
and when other things like money
Twenty entangled years later,
making love late again.
No arguments before or after, only
our son and daughter’s sleeping breaths,
what a thing we’ve decided—
nothing matters more.
©Caroline Bock 2012
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