Sorry I’ve not been able to put up any poems lately
as the computer has been on the blink. I’m so glad to
be back. It’s always good to see late love and the
happiness it brings as, like all love, it opens our
horizons and expands our happiness. It’s good
to remember that late love can happen at any time at
all – and at any age. And when it does come, it’s joy
to the world!
STARTING OVER
Late love,
With all its tenderness,
Turns us all
Into navigators,
Archaeologists,
Gently blowing the dust of years
From the site of yesterday.
Sometimes finding the splendours
Of Carter’s Tutankhamen,
Sometimes bringing to light
A tiny twist of yellow gold,
Its brightness hidden from invaders.
Cautious, careful,
We read books that tell us
How to discover each other.
One mystery sliding alongside another.
Two historians coming together,
Compiling a definitive account
Of their life and times.
You know what?
A hand reaching out for a hand,
A smile answering a smile
Breaks it all down
To where any Lover could build a castle,
Or a small shed if wanted,
With a water feature on the patio.
The oceans of the world
Lapping the edge of the garden.
© GWEN GRANT