Sonnet For Clancy Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

We write of love to those we scarcely know,
yet those we ‘have and hold' we let go by.
Each marriage is its own mythology:
we love our loves but fail to tell them so.
I more than most confess the need to drop
my pet obsessions and reengage with you
in our private universe where love makes true
those dreams for which we hardly dare to hope.

By sticking to a script we lose the plot:
allowing immaterial things to come between us.
The point of marriage is the overview
that springs from simply saying the words I love you:
so to make each future ‘now' must mean us
finding our baggage and chucking out the lot.


24/09/2009