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Finding Love in the End Times
A “Golden” Poem
I have been sharing a lot of sad poems, and a lot about loss. But the past few years have not been solely about loss.
It reminds me of the poem “We Lived Happily During the War” by Ilya Kaminsky. As my body was falling apart, my friendships, my work, my life structure, the country was falling apart. Between Covid and corruption, the problems of our country were snowballing.
At the same time, I was falling madly in love. I met my partner in 2018 and we moved in together towards the beginning of the pandemic. We have stretches where we only saw each other for days or weeks on end. We learned about each other. We were honest and raw about nothing in particular.
This poem is about how when he lifts the coffee mug to his face, I get the same feelings inside as I did on our very first coffee date.
Golden
Foam sticking to my
Laughing lips, head
Thrown back as my
Hair shakes the magic
Suspended in the air -
The shimmer that
Surrounds you has
Yet to dim; nothing
Can diminish all you
(Have always been)
(Have become)
To me.
Today’s poem is from my upcoming collection UNGODLY. If you enjoy my poetry, consider shopping any of my collections on Amazon, Indie Bound, or wherever you buy your books!
