Dangers Like Love
English poem by: Silke HeissTheme: Love
It has to be so –
each day dangerous,
an adventure that risks
losing yesterday,
occluding tomorrow –
so you chat
to the piano tuner
about his heart attack
as if you had all the time in the world,
ask him to convey your regards
to the cardiologist
who last year told you the truth about your husband;
then sit to edit
the final proof
of the first Ecca book in twenty-nine years
without your husband's poems in it;
you know you're capable of no more
than the shoddiest job
what with
your eyes like marbles –
glazed over by some ancient opacity, some quake
that's obsidianed silica beyond vision.
But it's got to happen,
you've got to squeeze out
the last of your milk
to feed this baby, hope
tomorrow by some miracle
your body'll be replenished
for your spirit
to keep serving
dangers – like love –
that matter.