Welcome to September’s Poem of the Month!
Wow – the summer has flown by, it’s final sigh marked by the return of my children to school yesterday. I hope that you all had a wonderful summer, filled with memories to last a lifetime.
I came across this poem on the same day a wedding invitation arrived in the mail, and I thought that perhaps it was the poem selecting me, rather than me selecting the poem. Matt and Kari – my wish for you both, and for all of us really, is a life filled with resilient love and passion, and whistling teapots late at night…
Warmest regards,
Stewart
Steve Scafidi
Prayer for Marriage
When we are old one night and the moon
arcs over the house like an antique
China saucer and the teacup sun
follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so bright your could read by it
if you lilked and the sadnesses
we will have known go away
for awhile – in this hour or two
before sleep – and that we kiss
standing in the kitchen not fighting
gravity so much as embodying
its sweet force, and I hope we kiss
like we do today knowing so much
good is said in this primitive tongue
from the wild first surprising ones
to the lower dizzying ten thousand
infinitely slower ones – and I hope
while we stand there in the kitchen
making tea and kissing, the whistle
of the teapot wakes the neighbors.
