“I feel older, younger, both at once.” ~ Joyce Sutphen, from “Older, Younger, Both”

This isn’t the poem that I had wanted, but I cannot for the life of me remember the title of the other one in which the speaker is looking on at an elderly couple, obviously still comfortable in their togetherness. But you cannot go wrong with Wendell Berry.

They Sit Together on the Porch

They sit together on the porch, the dark

Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.

Their supper done with, they have washed and dried

The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,

Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.

She sits with her hands folded in her lap,

At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,

And when they speak at last it is to say

What each one knows the other knows. They have

One mind between them, now, that finally

For all its knowing will not exactly know

Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding

Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.

~ Wendell Berry

                   

Music by Bob Dylan, “Tomorrow is a Long Time” (Video is from “The Walking Dead,” our newest television addiction; zombies, go figure)

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