13thWR

IN SEARCH OF A LOVE POEM

It started as a blind date,
dinner, histories, a goodnight hug.
The embarrassment I tried to hide
like a hole in an old shoe,
your words worked into a quilt,
a protection against the penetration
of silence.

Time calls for routines.
we cling to the comfort
of established patterns,
newly formed migratory paths,
until together,
we are rooted,
sturdy as flowerless weeds
in cracked cement.

- Ronald J. Pelias