There is a law,
\nthe return of the eternal.
\nPhysicists call it something else.
\nI prefer to think of it as a ball,
\nblue, with clouds on it.
\nLike the one Jackie pushes at me.
\nA planet lost among the rugs
\nand walls of a child,
\na grandfather.
\nThe ball orbits between us,
\nand each day a word takes root,
\na flower of magic,
\na piece of the mind\u2019s thread.
\nOur lives grow.
\nI am bewildered and astonished.<\/p>\n
Jackie and I are becoming.
\nEach day a secret of the heart
\nis exposed.
\nWe live with the ages written in us,
\nbut belong to ourselves.
\nI show Jackie everything I know.
\nAll the locks and windowpanes,
\nthe slick of oil with its dark rainbows
\non the street,
\nairplanes overhead,
\nmemorialize the leaves,
\nwatch a small oak grow in the hedge.
\nHe keeps track.
\nHe never forgets.<\/p>\n
Here and there
\nthe individual people of the garden
\nare greeted.
\nWe have established rituals.
\nHe looks into boxes of cans
\nfrom the trash,
\nand sees alloys of perfection,
\ncones and cylinders
\nand soft metal that crunches and rings.
\nWe are growing together.
\nMy old life expands,
\nnew life begins.
\nHe will become the past and the future,
\nand the thread is woven on a loom.
\nNothing ever is the same
\nas souls emerge,
\nangels coming into life
\nin the sacred returning to forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a law, the return of the eternal. Physicists call it something else. I prefer to think of it as a ball, blue, with…<\/p>\n