No one has imagined 

Hands holding hands holding
hands across the Bowery,
Connecticut, the Lower East Side,
Vermont in autumn, the cornfields
and Buffalo plains, the Canyon,
Oakland, Humboldt County,
the Oregon border, Mt. Rainier
We want to live like trees
taking and giving and
taking and giving and
taking and giving and
taking and giving and
taking and giving --
dappled with scars
only seen in the moonlight
when I lift my shirt and lift my
arms out of their armholes
and say, "Look, look, I am
older now" but it is still me.
I am still becoming
whole. It is not over yet
still exuberantly budding
ideas and lovesongs
dreams of the endless hand-
holding and thank you prayers
and notes of appreciation.
Leaves opening green and
ready for the circling of
boughs and streamers of
the maypole, the whole
Earth's maypole. The politicians
forget their wallets and we
have Health Care and gardens
full of plums and corn.

(With lines from Adrienne Rich, 21 Love Songs)