Poet Laundry: The Power of Love

Monday, June 19, 2023

I dreamt we were dancing

in the backyard

the way we used to.

Soft, cool grass

beneath our feet,

lights and stars twinkling

against the dark.

You’d lift me up

because you could

and we’d fall down laughing

as some 80’s song

played back

all our truths.

How did we fall

into this?

Onto opposite sides

of the seismic crack

in the earth of our few years?

I suppose we were

always broken from the start.

Already finished,

the way stars collide

and quit something

small and beautiful at birth.

We could never

be to each other

quite what we’d wanted—

differences too marked

to reconcile.

But I will go on

dreaming

until the dancing

draws us home.

Poet Laundry