THE GOLDEN MOMENT OF FOREVER
She--
hair
emblazoned by the sun,
dress,
damp, warm, clinging,
swirling about
expectant legs--
He--
bronzed
by nature, a protective,
a mover and a shaker--
Pulsing
with breathless
ardor,
come together
through a meadow in which
the sun's rays
spray
daffodils and daisies
with a haloed light,
and a kaleidoscopic swirl
engulfs
them in
one
Golden Moment
that
lasts
forever--
once
upon
a
time.
1977
I wrote this poem after my second marriage ended. I had had enough of romance and love and unrealistic commitments. After two marriages and three children, none of whom I would get to raise or even be around as they grew, I had had enough of the false promises of love. For me elusive, illusory romantic attraction had turned out to be just another of the Monsters in a Half-Way House (1981).
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