We had a talk last night

I’m glad we could

Honesty really is the best policy

You can glimpse my soul if you let me share

I’m glad we agree

You can read the words I wrote right there

You can tell me what you’re afraid of

I’ll be gentle with your sores

You can hold the cobwebs in my heart

As we talk about expectations, pressures, norms

Great time – it stops for none of us

We’re in the middle

Watching three generations converge

A perfect storm

Approaching the banks of a beleaguered city

We sat on the couch and talked about our lives

Well aware that one day we’ll die

What can we do while we’re here

Honor our parents

Better the future

Protect the earth

My desires are aberrant

To what will I give birth

How can I hold it all

Time is a cloud

I don’t think we can stall

We’re running out

Money and energy are finite too

How can we make it count

I feel overwhelmed and it’s sometimes hard to breathe

I pour out my heart, shameful but relieved

You see things similarly

My words lingered in the air over the sofa, like a cloud

You looked at me

Love in your eyes

A little bit to my surprise

You said you married me

Not what I do or even what I produce

“We don’t have to decide tonight,” you said

A welcome truce, a weight lifted

And that “God has us either way”