Questions

Questions


If on a summer afternoon
a man should find himself
in love with only one woman
in a sea of women,
all the others mere half-naked
swimmers and floaters,
and if that one woman
therefore is clad in radiance
while the mere others
are burdened by their bikinis,
then what does he do with a world
suddenly so small, the once unbiased sun
shining solely on her?
And if that afternoon turns dark,
fat clouds like critics dampening
the already wet sea, does the man run—
he normally would—for cover,
or does he dive deeper in,
get so wet he is beyond wetness
in all underworld utterly hers? And when
he comes up for air,
as he must,
when he dries off and dresses up,
as he must,
how will the pedestrian streets feel?
What will the street lamps illuminate?
How exactly will he hold her
so that everyone can see
she doesn’t belong to him,
and he won’t let go?

- Stephen Dunn

Posted over on Poems Potatoes