(after Leonard Cohen)
I am not Marianne
and this is no so long.
It is the last day
of a good year where the
old sun has dared it's shine.
A believer in portents
would say a blessing has been served.
And so a harvest glows between us.
A flame that moves us both,
as I hang upon your cruciform
braced for this acceptance:
our covenant is given freely --
not said, nor signed, nor sealed.
It is the motion between two
that transfigures life for moments.
This was originally written in November 2003. I have long held a fascination with Leonard Cohen's lyrics and poetry and there are shades of 'So Long Marianne,' in this poem in that I felt I wanted to give the woman's side of things.