Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The greater tasks that move between


These Are The Things Lovers D
For Roxanne

They pass in kitchens, one tending to some necessary task, the other arriving to be of help, perhaps, and they pass closely, the one bending toward the sink at the beckoning of water, the other moving across tile or linoleum, barefoot and purposeless, and as they pass the one stops and stands behind the other and sees that her hands are grace carrying what snows send in their season and he sees that they are perfect in this passing as she, now aware of him behind her, senses that what passes through them are the moments that pause them to slow and stop, cause to pass too closely and give over to the greater tasks that move between what must be done and what will be done, the heartmelt of love rivering his lips to trace the bank of her tilted nape, loosen water for the sake of a sky, plead in cloudwork what presses them against that counter, before a kept window, the world tiding outside the small cluster of infinite stars that make them what they are, lovers who do these things together, who know that when simple things whisper their sacred complexity it is enough to give themselves to it, embrace all they would share in a greater giving that exists only when they are thus together, that finds purpose in the small tasks of life that teach them it is enough to do this, enough to be as this is, kissing deeply while passing in kitchens, my love, kissing all that passes through them just as they are, as well they should be, unto the end of such passing.

Joseph Gallo
December 6, 2008



Anonymous aharamanx parried...

I love this, Joseph, and you.

...but for the expanse of vast emeraldness, she sighs, wipes the tears that shudder between deepest sorrow and greatest joy and continues this dream...

December 21, 2008 10:17 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Ahhh, Sweet Aharamanx: To be loved thus is all any of us wish . . . if we would but allow ourselves to be so.

And that takes courage, permission, valor, and fearlessness. How could it not?

Seeking to love is difficult enough; allowing love in is another matter.

I am currently having some wonderful instruction in that area of late and loving it. More as things develop . . .

Meanwhile, the best to you and thank you for your welcome comments. Love you too, J. :-)

December 21, 2008 12:26 PM  
Blogger billie parried...

joseph, more lovely things here every time I stop by. thank you!

I wanted to tell you that mystic-lit is reprising your 3 wonderful holiday posts from last year, between now and new year's, and wanted to thank you again for the honor.

December 23, 2008 6:33 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Ahh, Billie: Kind words always from you. I'm so glad I keep only mostly nice things here at Drachenthrax, unlike my need to rant and rale against the injustices of this world at my other blogsites. ;-)

And thank you also for reposting my holiday offerings from last year. I assume you mean my Tamales memoir/poem about my maternal grandmother, bless her resting heart.

I will point the way to Mystic-Lit and try to find time for something new to offer. I began something a month or more ago and it sat unfinished. What was it now . . . Ah, time for something new nevertheless.

I just don't want to hog all the columns at M-L. ;-) Best to you and your family this special time of year when things come to their calendary conclusions and commence their Januarial enjauntings anew. :-)

December 23, 2008 10:56 AM  

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