And Yet….

Over the last seven months I’ve written a lot of poems about cancer and all that sad sack stuff. I’m not going to post them all here. I plan on sending them out and/or hopefully putting together a new poetry book.

But this one is for Jay. Because everyone should be as lucky to have a love like this.

And Yet

there are still moments like this

where I am utterly still

and I can feel my hands moving in sync

with my mind

the way they were supposed to move.

Together.

Not like lighting followed by thunder.

Not separate.

Not like double vision,

a drunk missing the keyhole

the way I feel like my body

is no longer mine

but instead

the enemy

but not today

as I lift

the ice cream cone

you bought me

to my lips

and all of Manhattan

raises in one voice to

sing your praise, my love.