WITH YOU

                    At night make me one with the darkness.
                    In the morning make me one with the light.

                             -Wendell Berry (“Prayers and Sayings of the Mad Farmer”)

In time, we will give into dreamless sleep,
rest with the dust and debris of other lives,
within the comfort and compost of grand trees,

eventually. One earth, the fertile dirt awaiting
seed, and rain, and with the sun’s pull upward,
the possibility of fruit—let me be one leaf

open at dawn, let these old knees find grace,
impaired ears, the tune. One last slow dance
with you among the shadows of the moon.

                                                                for Robbin

3 responses to “WITH YOU

  1. Touched a soft spot John. Thank you for that. Nanc and I will celebrate 29 years this weekend. Your piece speaks to me of the journey…and so much more because of our anniversary.
    Ken

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  2. Trudy Wischemann's avatar Trudy Wischemann

    You often make me cry, but reading this poem this morning (thanks to Laurie Scwaller) here babysitting the ministorage for a few hours, you made a cloud burst. Thank you forever for everything – love to you both, Trudy

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  3. John: I enjoy the Love you show Robbin and how you are so proud to share it with us and her. She is one lucky woman and I am sure she knows it. Take care both of you, Linda

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