For My Wife, Reading in Bed

I know we’re living through all the dark we can afford.
I’ll match your inward quiet, breath for breath.
Thank goodness, then, for this moment’s light
What else do we have but words and their absences
and you, holding the night at bay
– a hint of frown,
those focussed hands, that open book.
to bind and unfasten the knotwork of the heart;
to remind us how mutual and alone we are, how tiny
and significant? Whatever it is you are reading now
my love, read on. Our lives depend on it.
– John Glenday

2 Comments leave a comment below

  1. Lovely poem, thanks for posting!

  2. Really brings everything down to what really matters. That was moving in its simplicity.