Everything Else Can Wait
No perfect couple
right off the cake.
No swollen uncontested
years, wings bent
and tattered by the cat.
There are nights when
I still cannot sleep.
Owls, bats, sheep
traipse my brain.
But I’m getting it now.
We are the belated
guests at the table.
We are music in the mouth.
Hands held as feathers
Nothing is impossible.
When you open your eyes
to look at me I promise
to open mine.