This is a poem to my wife Whom I struggle to repair a marriage with Whose tantrums reveal a longing for partnership and relief Persistent like the droning wail of a tornado siren Relentless and then settles into a quiet sobbing I have created doubt by my own impersonation of a turtle Because of my own lack of faith in a couple's ability to wrestle with conflict I thought that her tolerance was timeless and impervious to the damage done by relentless waves against a shoreline But now I see that a husband must never avert his eyes to the desires and suffering of his spouse Because I think eventually she will put her heart into something that connects with her humanity or escape the disappointment So I write this
CL
CL 53 W 54 M 20 yrs. 03'-09' Separation + Old Patterns + GAL 10-14' Piecing
"The Master allows things to happen. She shapes events as they come."
