We are not professional.
We never get things right.
We take long walks after dark,
Whispering rhymes for most of the night.
We never took a degree
In therapy or law.
The past has vanished in silence
Never telling us what it saw.
We had a happy thought:
God’s happier than man, for God doesn’t do
Anything. We think Oscar Wilde
Said it, so it must be true.
We understand we are God
Or, that is what we think.
Nothing really goes right with us.
We dream in bed, or at the sink.
She has her job, and I, mine,
We have friends, or so we say.
I suddenly kissed her this morning
And breakfast took all day.
