We don’t take becoming one flesh lightly – we could be together now,
rub and refine and touch all we want.
But V. Woolf told me of the magic of her room – and her space.
For so long I just had my bathtub and then I visited Sussex.
Now I have the yellow corner trimmed with lace and I feel whole.
The thought of patience of 3 or 5 years of another degree sound like a bullet in my foot.
But we’ve been trusted with more than others to be completely different
impulsive, planned, sporadical, methodical
and still steadfast.
To wait for ourselves to be more ourselves before giving ourselves to each other.
The drudgery makes me want to sleep for days sometimes.
In between my childish demands unmet
I discover my beauty and a profound peace.
What wanted most desperately – pinning and planning, wasn’t right.
Now it seems I’ve rejoined and adhered to the present, anchored in eternity
And here in my own little corner, I feel whole.