58 On the Way

My love -
I'm sorry I woke you
with the light above
the coffee maker.
It’s all I could find
with curtains closed -
in the early dark matter,
before the sky was full
and the cup was empty.

Forgive me.

Anyway –
You ever think you’d
turn fifty-eight on the way
to Phoenix,
Sierra pickup packed
in the parking lot
of a hotel in Santa Fe
 that is, like us,
forever, still and always
under construction?

Don’t leave me.
___________________

Psalm 119:130

The unfolding of your words gives light;
it imparts understanding to the simple. (ESV)