Push, pull, love, unlove.
Difficulty, ease, famine, feast.

All of these experienced, simultaneously, in these past months. And yet the best things surface and the ones that don't matter in the deep sense seem to fade in their importance.

At lunch, yesterday, my husband sitting across from me. A surprise invitation to share in food and thinking. Hopefulness expressed through misty blue eyes as he recounts real-life realizations. Children, sustenance, practicalities. My rock. My assurance. Not without small fissures, but balanced with my own.

We float, my rock and I.


LisAway | January 14, 2009 at 11:06 PM

I think it's a beautiful miracle that you and your rock can float. Rocks don't float! Only if they are supported by something. And some people have a hard time floating without holding on to something.

I am so glad you have your rock. I am especially grateful for mine lately, too.

Heidi | January 14, 2009 at 11:11 PM

A beautiful piece of poetry. Love the images it brings in the mind and the soul.

April | January 14, 2009 at 11:31 PM

Isn't it wonderful to have a rock that floats? I have one of those too! I could do it without him, but it wouldn't be as fun.

Melanie Jacobson | January 15, 2009 at 4:21 PM

This is beautiful.

Rachel Cotterill | January 15, 2009 at 5:28 PM

Lovely :)

Heather of the EO | January 15, 2009 at 6:24 PM

You're a poet, lady. I love it.

Mrs4444 | January 16, 2009 at 9:55 AM

What a gift; your relationship. Glad you have it. :)

Linde | January 16, 2009 at 12:02 PM

Interesting how marriage does that...espeically (I think) after you have kids. You connect, drift, connect and drift...makes reconnecting that much more fun and interesting to me. :)

Heather | January 16, 2009 at 6:52 PM

You have such a great perspective and such a way with words. I wish you lived down the street from me because I want to hang out at your house and just be a fly on the wall.

charrette | January 19, 2009 at 10:58 PM

This is lovely. Poignant. Powerful.