i am

the words under Caving In up there - the words there now, everything's subject to change - are from a short poem by Ted Roethke, Wish for a Young Wife. he had one; i had about five years on my ex-wife, but sometimes i felt ancient, and loved her, and understood Roethke. funny thing though: i'll bet she saw me childish, more than ancient. most times, whatever.


Wish for a Young Wife

---by Theodore Roethke

My lizard, my lively writher,
May your limbs never wither,
May the eyes in your face
Survive the green ice
Of envy's mean gaze;
May you live out your life
Without hate, without grief,
And your hair ever blaze,
In the sun, in the sun,
When I am undone,
When I am no one.

~

kinda sneaks up on you.....