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

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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)