something you should know about me

 

Don't think me unscathed, but,

I have decided to love beautiful things:

like carefully aged fidelity, now wrinkled,

and that diamond flare of mercy when it stoops;

the first hard curl of a question,

and the waiting space before the dot;

the yellow speckled underneath of fern fronds,

and narrow paths in woods where deer have walked.

 

And I will honor gentle things:

like the first pale petal windfall of the spring,

and the sound of women singing while they work; 

the humble arc of true believers praying,

and grooms' eyes, deepened, just before the kiss;

wine-dark plum of winter shawls and hellebores,

and fine bone china, milk and coffee, hot against the lips.