Love: Chance or Choice?
by Jane Lang
We took our chances because
when love enters a door, age bows
to it and seemingly dissolves.
We were on the fast-track and
would rue any one or thing in
our way, in our need to be together.
We took our chances, he invested
time and patience in me, a dedicated
land-lover, with high hopes I would
become the able crew to set the lines,
pull fenders, aboard our Knotty Lady.
Years flew like brisk wind until a nearly
undetected weariness set in, its unwanted
surprises, setbacks billowing in its wake.
Each blow seemed conquerable
until it wasn't.
Until the dark of a March night called
him and said, "Well-done. There is now
no more pain, I promise...come with me."
We took our chances and I just know
if he were here, we would cram
another 50 years of love into 15 and
do it all over again...