Wednesday, March 15, 2006
To Have Without Holding
I really like this poem by Marge Piercy (I have liked all her poems I have read). It starts like this:
Bob likes the poem. Of course he would. He is not wide open and stretched, he is the one thriving and floating.
To Have Without HoldingYou can read the rest of it here.
Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.
Bob likes the poem. Of course he would. He is not wide open and stretched, he is the one thriving and floating.