what have we given? My friend,

blood shaking my heart
                                                                The awful daring of a moment's surrender

Which an age of prudence can never retract

By this, and this only, we have existed  ..... not to be found in our obituaries



Looking back we seek truth

verisimilitude;  fidelity to the moment 


This was a turning point,

the beginning of a series of turning points


When did we finally yes 

after so many months of saying not a single word?  


What internal springs set things in motion?

a glance- a fingertip,  hands and arms and then years


An age of prudence can never retract

thank God it is so