Love Let (For Maria and Rob)

Now I lay me down,

to remember long ago,

when the words failed,

when you came into the light

of this world, quiet, at peace,

with barely a coo.

We held you, and a new

reality weighted our arms.

A new real creased

and increased our hearts.


In all my quarter century

I never knew such mystery.

Now I’ve seen the unfolding of you,

as color infused your baby face,

age on age, and grace on grace.


So now, we release,

smile, cry, sing,

of what is yet to be.

And that’s the thing,

to be, that is the question.

To be love, not simply in love.

To move love until it moves you.

To grip love like a blankie remnant.

To hold on as waters rise,

and the sun sets.

To find solace and comfort

and safety in the other.

To love and let love.

It Was A Time.

The dance began with the sun.

It waltzed with the clouds

and yellow was sent in pirouettes

lightly upon the water.

The wind put its arms around us all

and led us to each other.


We saw “together.”

When it was “I do,” they did.

Our hearts had become a river dance.

Tears leapt and rolled with joy.


Boys, close to the floor,

jumped and jived.

Young maidens freestyled

and painted the room with brush strokes

and furls of color which spun outward.

Oldlyweds stepped in and out

and renewed their vows,

slow and tight and true.


This was a time to heal,

a time to laugh,

a time to embrace,

a time to love,

and a time to dance.


For Steve and Shannon Lumetta, who gave us good reason to dance!