during the time of once my young wife

1.   we ran headlong into turbulent water.

I think now's as good a time as any to realize

that what's still available to us is to be reclaimed.

let’s take back the rarest of things from our failures

and our findings.––in other words, let's take a walk.

let’s discover the unexpected, exposing

which of God's silent creatures might be sleeping

underneath which rock.

 (this time if it's the snake we'll give the snake the road.

better to surrender to its argument than follow in its tracks.

this time let's decide that it’s the snake's road)

2.   when the day releases the Sun to begin its drop

beyond the water's end,  burnt-orange and

cooler to the touch,  let's act like children, pee-

scripting our names across the narrow spit of sand

to claim the moment as our own.  but wait!

this time I'll write our names for both of us.

this time my penmanship will be better.