Fall light played
the room this morning
as if it meant to settle,
its soft roaming smoothing
all the frays. You
might not have noticed,
over there in your chair,
your face deep
in yesterday’s news,
but as you read, I watched you
grow younger, plumper, restored
in the beneficent glow.

I lay in bed and waited for you
to look up, hoping
you would see me
as I saw you.
But you read on
and on and too soon,
my love, the old room brightened
and we became again
exactly who we are.