I notice my glistening

hands undried

in the silver

of a new wash.

Am I absent mindedly

hoping not to grow

further into

these life lines? 


they are similar

to the ones

held in youthfulness

by a SoothSayer 

who professed three

long marriages

seemingly barren but

loving,  while

further foretelling a



by a forward push

down dark and

steeply set stairs

and stares, aged 90


So far all is so

thankfully wrong

and yet

despite 27 years

spent loving just

the one

when I fret

I need deep breath

to feel heart

in chest

and carefully

stop life

and spend Time

to keep every

single step

in line.