Getting It Less Wrong
Hey now, he had to be aggressive,
always pressing. For she saw him as her
older sister, bearded, holding a gray sieve,
and knowing everything. She was resisting.
He wanted to be pressing towards her;
was there something else he wanted to ask?
Always. He was trying to teach her;
his eyes were quiet and his body was calm.
His eyes are grey, brown, green; she sees
and her greenness makes her forget the color
of her sister’s eyes. So she is yielding,
and becoming the student to whom
her teacher is true. Where he is close,
to her, oh so close. Here he is the man
whom she is leaning toward, walking toward,
because she wants to be always learning.