The poem below is from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. She titles it Reunion. I love her words + images, including, “done swooping for the day.”
I’m glad for words that move the heart, my heart. And for images that make us smile, me smile.
We need our swooping, don’t we. And we humans, we need rest too. If we are lucky, with a sweetheart, or friends. And, essentially, we need our rest within ourselves, with ourselves.
On it all goes.
Reunion
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
After the kazoos and champagne and hula hoops,
after the blueberry pie, after the napkins folded
and unfolded and crumpled, after the impromptu
parade on the drive, after the house full of laughter
and music, after the glow sticks, the glittering headbands,
the mountain of dishes washed and dried and put away
there was that moment when we sat on the couch,
just the two of us. You held my hand. We said nothing.
Like two swallows, done swooping for the day
who finally enter the nest they have built together,
snuggling at last on the rim.
