(note:  this poem is the genesis poem of a previously posted poem

The Great and Long Reduction

My what a vast and measureless way we have traveled…and still here, in the present, and in our love!)

I have considered writing you
anonymous love letters,
fearing that my voice has grown
so familiar you will no longer hear it;
fearing that I talk too much

or that you listen with one ear (how silly of me!),

fearing that when I sing my best

there is no sound in the air;

fearing that you consider me the world’s

most accomplished maker of amazing,

silent, useless faces…

Three years in the making–Dear Collaborator!
This should be a love story!

Yes, it is.
It really is.