Questions

*
If the Father is right,
will I not be right

until I'm a father?

Living wrong days
in the rain, long days

beneath black clouds.


*
I remember the day
we first met.

You said yes

and we spent hours
in the snowdrift fields

of Indiana.

You and I bundled
warm in a blanket

of white,

our eyes floating
with the same flake

of snow.

(And for that moment
we were almost omniscient).