To My Love


A promise made so many years ago

in living grew so

intricate and rare it would have been

beyond our power to swear-so to love there.


I thought of that when I woke first

today to find you still remote

in sleep. I looked and thought

that anyone could read

there gentleness, endurance,

and good cheer, subtly accumulated,

rich year on rich year.


I counted up your courage that I

know, and wondered love how great a man can grow.