On the days that I can't
even roll over in bed without
an internal sigh so deep
it would rival the heave of
the shuddering earth
and you ask me why
dinner is still cooking and
the drier is fluffing and
the dishes are crusting
and the dust is still lying
and my lashes are bare
and my hair is unkempt
as the sheets on the bed...
On these days when
I go to work anyway
before you wake up and
I get home after you
(you're sleeping on the couch)
and pick up after you
and serve myself after you
and you still think to ask
about the undone things that
your eyes see so well...
On these days with
these questions and that
look in your eyes
it's all I can do
to set my jaw,
smile,
and say:
"I just haven't..."

When I first met her
God put a speaking trumpet
straight up against my ear
and stated
very slowly
in that Godly voice
that is a mix of
the ocean's roar
and the singing of
Barry White

"This is the one
you've been looking for."

The stars were in on it
bubbling like champagne
in the night sky
singing a sweet accompaniment
a singular poem
of one word:
Yes.

What would you do?

I took the only possible path:
Surrender.

Gave up my wandering ways
quit my womanizing
got hitched straight away
tied the knot
didn't know a thing
about knot tying
but the **** thing held.

And here we are.
Poet number one
that would be her.

Poet number two-and-a-half
me

Marriage solved nothing
brought more questions
than answers
more unfinished business
than completed tasks

Yet at this late stage
a sense that against all odds
against the evidence
of my hands
against every argument
presented by the priest
who reluctantly married us

Something has gone
wonderfully right.

The stars,
dear friends,
truly know their business.

Is it possible
to be
OVER BLESSED
when just simply
being blessing
is enough

I look back
on my life
and it remains
true for me
that I've had more
than my share

Grateful I am
without any
hesitation or
expectancy of
God's glory
shining upon me.

I know it's real
I feel it everyday
either when He
wakes me
or in my slumber
OVER BLESSED.

Check out the history, glance at your phone
Go through the receipts when you're not home

Somethings different, it's driving me mad
I crave a return to the happiness we had

Was it something I did? Was it something I said?
My brain's gonna explode right out of my head

Whatever I say, whatever I do
I just no longer seem good enough for you

Perhaps it's finished, our time has passed
Our lifetime together is over so fast