Coming Home (to Yvonna)
Some time we'll think about
this day. It may be years
from now, but we'll say:
the rain and the dead battery
were only reminders of what we knew we would have together always: home There was money on the meter
where the car got stuck
and a phone three feet away - and
sooner than we could imagine
a man with resuscitating powers appeared, calling his patient back to life Always there are signs like this
along the way. We acknowledge them:
rain beating down on the roof
of the old car like a symphony
speaking to us our happiest thoughts: rain lashing the decks of a cargo ship moving out to sea and the long voyage, home