I ask her in the morning if she slept well,

as I almost always do, unless we fought

the night before. Then I am silent.

She lays waste to my anger

by offering me a cup of coffee

while we stand together in our back yard

on a mild summer morning.

I wonder without speaking,

if a pair of birds splashing in our fountain

might be a gesture of forgiveness too.

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Sometimes I get angry at my heart
for all the foolishness it has gotten me into.
It seems to have never been afraid of folly.

It reminds me of meeting you at that café,
my silly gift in hand before you took mine in yours.

This Spring afternoon, many years later,
with a bright sun working hard, I watch you
attentively watering the plants in our yard,
indebted to foolishness and all it h...

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Tethered by your memory,
you come back time and again.
And here you are once more.

And that's kind of the problem.
You visit all the time without being here
when all I want is just a while longer with you.

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At the light, a life-worn man
jostled his cardboard sign asking for a little help.
I handed him a five-dollar bill.

He smiled and said he liked my Star Wars t-shirt.
I thanked him for the compliment.
He thanked me for help with his next meal.

Before the light changed, he said,
“Maybe somewhere else we might be Jedi Knights.”
“Maybe.”, I replied, “Hopefully without Darth Vader around.”

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