The Day After Falling in Love
The day after falling in love,
I became unmoored from everything familiar,
(this chair, that piece of curtain, all suddenly turned brilliant)
And floated off, as light as photons.
You stayed behind to guard the perimeters of
our marriage, to summarize the situation when
onlookers stopped to gawk.
"Nothing to see here, folks, move along," you said
in your crossing guard's voice.
"It happens every few years, she's just that way,"
and the neighbors shuffled off, looking doubtful.
In my altered state, beset with hiccups and filled with poetry,
I had no need of food or a clean bathroom.
Eventually, weeks later, I regained my corporeal form,
which was subject to the usual rules of gravity and, thus,
I fell to earth like Icarus, aflame but not regretting
my too-short flight.
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Author's Note
It is recorded somewhere that married women may, from time to time, fall in love briefly with perfect strangers but stay married.
I love this. "as light as photons." Fave*
Good poem, Gita.
Beautiful, doll.
"beset with hiccups and filled with poetry" That got a laugh. Funny poem with more than a dash of bitters. Good work.*
I love the nod to Icarus, your flight worth every lost feather.
Thank you all for stopping in to comment. I had to reassure my other half that this was not autobiographical.
Love the world-weary and love-weary tone of this. Love the "I fell to earth like Icarus..."
The husband role in all this interested me.
"she's just that way". Understood, dismissed, carry on.
Enjoyed very much!
fave*
Fine, imaginative piece. Love the conceit.*
Most excellent. Also, "beset with hiccups and filled with poetry" is how I spend so many evenings. *
I like what this explores, and the adult attitude with which it does so."You stayed behind to guard the perimeters of
our marriage."*
nice!
love all and these words especially:
beset with hiccups and filled with poetry
:-)
The female equivalent of Jimmy Carter lusting in his heart? *
Maybe next time you'll fly longer? I get the feeling he'll still ground you when it's time. Lovely piece. *
Yes. How did I miss this until now?
Mr. Gowin asks how he missed this poem. He missed it because he was gadding about with the beautiful people in Paris and New York, swilling Crystalle, rubbing elbows with the literati. He does this while the rest of us slog through our humdrum lives.