In Love

From The Merit of Light Poems by Stephen Rifkin

By: - Sep 04, 2014



Our hair sleek, thoughts resemble
Little shallow fish,

And arms, resting mottled
With salt (your arm rounded,
Neat), propose
A harbor.

The bay glitters, filled
With recitations
Of light.

The sun visits, the gist
Of our patronage.



                            TIDES FOR THE MOON
The old war canoe lies beached
Over a coffee table.
The room edged with fire
Rests out in the night--
Bookcases, fireplace,
A Fussiner painting.  We sit
Shining in middle distance,
A couple of moons.
We esteem each other.
A birch log hisses.
We may wax forever
In the garden.
What if
Glass sky wavers?
A branch stirs, the tart air
With incaution?
You repeat my name,
Neighbor of your own,
Laughing; then shift,
Upon the mist
And above dark water,
Your hair filled
With a constellation of stars.
“Wait, wait!” I call
But there is history only--
There is mist rising
And a thin moon
To light the slipping tide.
 Posted by Permission of Stephen Rifkin, illustration by Wilma Rifkin  from The Merit of Light,