LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE
(Colorado Springs, Colorado)
Last night you sat on the couch
conjugating verbs. I was at the window,
one eye on the dark and untranslatable
stone of the mountain. But the other eye
watched you as you chanted Italian.
I too am learning a verb: to love--
past, present, imperfect, future.
But I keep forgetting how hard it is
to speak a language so foreign
to my tongue. Later,
in bed, you are still reading
from the book of answers.
I fall asleep with the light on,
my back fitting easily into the small cave
of your warmth. I dream you learned
the imperfect, then whispered it
in my ear. The next morning
I wake up first and sit
before the same window.
The world's imperfect beauty
sings its song into my ear.
Out of the darkness,
the mountain rises into light,
untranslatable joy,
happiness in the present tense.
1 comment:
brynn... you made my day. thanks for remembering us.
-A & M
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