At Twenty Years, A Home Pome Poem by Glen Kappy

Proverbs 5: 18-19

We survived somehow
our early days
when you suppressed
your lush esthetic
and I kept passion
like a bobcat
in a narrow cage.

There were premonitions
of what might come
the days we were engaged—
the reclining nude in the print
you kept above your bed
that long drive to Paula's—
you so close beside me
in your mint-green leotard—
the lure of your neck
and plunge of your breasts,
the time we nearly broke
our vow to wait.

From our rocky start
and countless storms
we find ourselves
delivered now
to this fulfilling shore—
foamy fingers of grace
swirling at our feet
and all that greets us
hectic with possibilities.