Saturday, December 12, 2015
Walking with My Husband
My husband, Denis, subscribes to a site called "poem-a-day" (www.poets.org), and he just sent me a poem that he found uncannily descriptive of the way we often walk together: he striding purposefully ahead to accomplish the distance we had set for ourselves, while I am dropping to my knees every few feet to photograph the naughty bits of a flower or waiting for that dragonfly to return to the perch my presence frightened it from. It's kind of a joke between us, these different styles of walking, and it's probably the major reason we rarely go walking together, at least in nature. There's quite a sad note to this poem, however, and it makes me want to walk as long and as often as I can with my dear husband. Even if I do fall "three, fifteen, forty steps behind."
The poem is called "Bogliasco" by Robert Polito, the title referring to a small Italian village where Polito and his wife had visited -- and walked -- together.
by Robert Polito
I’m always running ahead of my life,