She Reads Russell’s “Storia della filosofia occidentale”
Aslant, one knee over the chair arm,
thick tome canted to hoard the light,
your lips move relishing an apothegm:
My love, you are well offshore tonight.
To watch you navigate those deep tides,
no trade for skill but your small frown,
is my own heart-catching high dive
into sweet water where the strong drown.
And I value this itch of jealousy:
you so far out from sight of land,
alone with all that bearded company!
– and still within reach of my hand.
from The Sadness of Animals (Canterbury: San Marco Press, 2012).