Old Moon Love

(from the moon series)

sits on the front porch
on the dripping sunset nights,
in the cool autumn weeks,
rocks back and forth, hand in hand,
ears on the radio, soft banjo music
and thirty years behind.

The fire long since turned into books
and candles and games and memories,
the insulation of long marriage.

The touch of an old star,
the coming and going,
the clouds and the darkness,
the light and the cities,
the country life and constant
underlay of the universe.

At this age, youth a distant galaxy
and the fingers of a lover
on the shoulder a daily habit.

This place is changing
and the only thing not
is old love on a rocking chair.