In Our Image

October 20, 2010

Your eyes have drawn me in


Like a flame beckoning

To hold, to trust

To know beyond doubt

That this is real.

Your touch lights my soul,

Reminds me of living

And dying

And never wanting to be alone

Without you.

This is our past

And our future

Colliding as one

Into each other’s arms

Like we do,

Making this life our own

In our image

Of our flesh, our bones, our sweat –

our fleeting, fragile selves

Longing to be whole.

So we give


completely surrendering

To each other,


giving in

to the destiny

that is ours –

Only taking

what belongs to us.

I wrote this poem for my wife in celebration of our 25th anniversary. I read it to her on an isolated beach in Nantucket as we toasted our champagne glasses.

Image by Nancy Rosback, “A Collaboration in Time.” How appropos.


October 12, 2010

It may appear

that all is falling

away, and nothing

is left 

but a glass mirage

mocking your gaze;

Then in sheer wonder

you slip

down icy sheets of glass;

reflections of what used to be.

They do not catch your fall,

but you laugh,


scary saucer,

like steaming kids

tumbling, squinting from

the winter sun.

Photo by Nanacy Rosback.


October 2, 2010

Some day

I will move

all of these things

to their final place

of rest,

where they belong.


Photo by Nancy Rosback