MY ANNUAL VALENTINES POEM FROM 2003

Of Course Any Other Three Moments Would Do Just As Well.

This is me:
Two thirds up a tree you told me to climb.

If you loved me you would, you said.
I do so I do.
It's a strawberry day when clouds haven't mattered
And the grass has been our friend all barefoot afternoon.
We have chained daisies, peeled apples, shooed flies.
I reach up for the further branch.

This is me:
Entering the water, a freeze grabbing my feet.

A November stroll down a skyworn beach
Long full of nobody but then us;
Our running, our hope.
The wind ripping sheets of seaside into our eyes
And we leaned like cliffs into the gusts.
You said, let's go paddle.
I wade on towards you.

This is me:
By the mantelpiece.

You said I'd be fine.
A party just uncorked and bubbling up.
We came together and are mingling away;
Spirits in a cocktail.
With people I like but who know you better.
I'm stuck for someone's name and you see this.
You pause and hold back.
With lost puppy's eyes I look lovingly to you.

These are me.
Climbing, paddling, struggling.

And these are you.

Your face, washed clean with sunlight,
Yelling me higher, higher.

Your hair, thrown into a rolling halo,
Your eyes open, your skin fizzing.

Your hand hiding a laugh
You'd hate your friends to hear.

These are three moments.

You begin to climb the tree.
You take my hand.
You step over and save me.

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