Poem for Monday

Hi again. I'm back from a wonderful month of pre and post wedding swirling. My youngest daughter and her wonderful man. I'm so proud of B+A's calm energy during the whole shabang. In the last few weeks, every time I looked, I saw them working together, shoulder to shoulder, in an easy tandemed rythym. This Robert Bly poem expresses what I sense they will have the rest of their lives. I am such a happy mother of the bride.

The Third Body

-Robert Bly

A man and a woman sit near each other,

and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger,

nor born in any other nation, or any other time, or any other place.

They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.

Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.

The man sees the way his fingers move;

he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.

They obey a third body that they share in common.

They made a promise to love that body.

Age may come, parting may come, death will come.

A man and a woman sit near each other,

as they breathe they feed someone who we do not know,

who we know of, but have never seen.