Poetry Sunday

This past week we celebrated Valentines Day, the day dedicated to the pursuit of lust ... uh ... love. It's the one day a year on which we're supposed officially to reflect on the reasons we love our significant others, or those we hope become our significant others. This year, Agnes and I will celebrate our 40th (gasp!) wedding anniversary and ponder the things we see in each other that we either love or ignore ...

I Married You

by Linda Pastan

I married you

for all the wrong reasons,

charmed by your

dangerous family history,

by the innocent muscles, bulging

like hidden weapons

under your shirt,

by your naive ties, the colors

of painted scraps of sunset.

I was charmed too

by your assumptions

about me: my serenity––

that mirror waiting to be cracked,

my flashy acrobatics with knives

in the kitchen.

How wrong we both were

about each other,

and how happy we have been.

I don't know whether my "innocent muscles bulged," but I do know that Agnes was repulsed by some of my clothing choices, and I think my family history is less "dangerous" than "colorful." For my part, I took the risk of marrying a lady well capable of those flashy acrobatics with knives in the kitchen ... and I'm still here.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend, hopefully with the one you love.

More thoughts coming. 

Bilbo