As Evening Became Night

We wanted this.

Although

we said

we did not

 

every twitch of

our hamstrings

which pulled

on our knees

and caused our

feet to step

forward

 

 

were ones

we alone

called

into

action.

 

It was we who

chose to leave

or to enter

 

or to answer with

words

harsh

or sweet

 

or to feel

pained

or elated

with the day’s

events.

 

Once,

in the midst of

the frying onions

the bickering children

&

the scent of

autumn air

after it had cooled

and grown heavy

with rain

we forgot

 

that the life we lead

is just a series

of acts of

will.