Entwined

Passing quickly in the morning
as you make lunches
and I rush to the car
isn’t what I imagined

that day we stood
in the old barn by the sea,

my hand gently touching yours,
and feeling every movement of the sweat
trickling down the small of my back.

Standing outside in the garden,
I didn’t notice the photographer
as we talked idly
between silences
about the softness of the rain —

though the pictures in the crimson binder
tucked up on the highest shelf
tell me he was there.

Let’s meet again in that garden,
where we can stand still,

my hand resting
on the laces that entwine
the back of your dress.

35 thoughts on “Entwined

  1. Office Diva

    This is beautiful………I bet you are a great dad and husband, because it shows in your writing. Very moving. Thanks so much for stopping by! Looking forward to your future posts. Cheers!

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  2. claudia

    oh we need these tender moments in the everyday – so important that we not only remember them but actively seek them when life seems to be so busy – thanks for the reminder…and nice to meet you..

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  3. becomingbuddhist

    What a lovely and truthful expression of what marriage becomes. Lucky you accept it and still want it, with grace…

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  4. harulawordsthatserve

    Very sweet. I can feel the soft rain, and I love that description of ‘feeling every movement of the sweat’. Entering that space of being so profoundly aware of every sensation, magical moments.

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    1. bussokuseki Post author

      And the magic of having those sensations still be there, still reachable, years later… Thanks so much for your comment, as always. Be well~

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    1. bussokuseki Post author

      Thank you so much for stopping by to read and for such a wonderful compliment. I used to wonder and wonder how to even find the feelings…turns out they were right there… Be well~

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  5. seeingm

    That it isn’t what I imagined was one of my first steps leading toward experiencing something that was better than I ever had thought it could be.

    Congratulations on recapturing potential in such a beautiful piece.

    -x.M

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    1. bussokuseki Post author

      Thank you, as always. And you are so right – it isn’t a “this isn’t what I imagined” born out of regret, however wistful it might be. But simply recognition.

      Be well~

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