There will come a day When you will pause And wonder at the tightness in your throat The unexplained tears At just a simple thing, a bird, some bread, that curve in the road
Then you’ll know: Your heart, too, Has become porous in time And though you were unaware, All along, it was filling up Each smile, A small rebuke, Kneeling down (The way you did To help me with my shoe) Filling up, until...
The day you cry at the sound of a robin, An old blanket, New growth on the tip of evergreens. The young deer (I saw this morning).
And you’ll be the old fool with watery eyes, Who cries at the drop of a hat Your heart’s awkward overflow Will reveal it’s inability to hold All you cherish and have loved As mine reveals An old, filled-up heart That overflows with love for you.