recovery

Knowing that you lost everything
in a flood last fall, knowing it in my head
but then seeing it with my own eyes
seeing how little of the past is there
that you have a couch and a bed
and the rest might fit into a dozen boxes
with room left over, breaks my heart, and then you say,
well, most of it needed to go

what I desire, my lover
is that there will be the same
overwhelming flood between us
that all the things we know we need
to dismantle, put out on the curb
to be hauled away forever
will get washed away in the irresistible power
of the love we have now