Six Weeks

I wrote this poem after I'd been dating Apollo for over 6 weeks. I'd never made it through a relationship that long before, so it was a milestone--and obviously there was something a little different about this guy. It's hardly a masterpiece, but it evokes some feelings of that time, like remembering a smell you associate with something from the past.

Six weeks ago I stumbled to this garden,
thinking it a playground but unsure
that castles in the sand would still stay barren
or weedy marigolds in cracks meant something more.
I saw some rubber swings with weathered chains,
creaking slightly in the stilling breeze;
nearby were quiet puddles left from rain,
occasionally disturbed by summer leaves.
I stayed and found wild jasmine in the grass
and pungent thyme entangled in the hedge;
I watched a blue-green fly whose dizzied path
entrapped my gaze, its glittering wings widespread.
Six weeks ago I stumbled to this place
and found in it an unexpected grace.