Tell Me a Secret (A Poem)

A secret thing,
three little words
I need to hear
from you.
Maybe I’m selfish
to want them,
to feel like I have
something to lose.
So small, and fleeting,
those three words.
Out of your mouth and
into the ether they’ll go,
as if they never existed
at all.
But I’ll know.

Happy Place (A Poem)

On summer days,
my happy place
is not a beach
or mountain path.
It’s so much more
(or less)
than that
(depending on
how you look at it).
My happy place, when
the weather’s warm
and the days and nights
are long and quiet,
is by your side
wherever you are.
My happy place
on summer days
(and winter, fall,
and spring days, too)
is a whole world:
me and you.

A Sort of Love Poem

*I had planned to post a sweet song for Valentine’s Day yesterday, and then a poem today. But time got away from me yesterday, as it so often does, and well, here we are. So, here’s a sort of love poem, and a video of me singing some Gillian Welch by the fire. I hope you enjoy both! And if you’re in the US and in the line of fire – er, ice – with this latest winter storm, stay safe and warm!*

Dear Someone,
I don’t need you, but
I’d like to meet you
nonetheless.

It might be fun, Dear Someone,
to see where things could go,
but no, I’m not waiting for you.
See, I’ve got other things to do.

It’s a big universe, after all,
Dear Someone,
and who can say who meets who
and when.
Though I hope we do,
eventually, some time, someday,
maybe.

And so,
Dear Someone,
whoever you are,
if by chance we stumble across each other
at some party or in some bar,
I’m open to the possibility.

Because (A Slapdash Love Poem)

I love you because
when I want cider and you want wine,
we drink cider.

I love you because
you learned to cook
so you could do it with me,

and because you always give me the best spot on the couch.

I love you because we talk about the world
and where we want to go in it
and how we can make it a little better
together.

I love you because
you dance with me in the dining room
when we should be doing dishes

and because you know all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.

I love you because
you exist and are, in the same way that
birds fly and
fish swim and
flowers bloom.

There will never be enough time for
how much I love you.
But seven years is a just fine start,
and for now will have to do.