C. Mancuso
Brave New World

And so, my resolution to love more completely
has brought my wandering back to you.
Back to my childhood, long trips by car
and my father’s milky hands,
loose around the wheel as it glided through his grip
like the peel of an apple falling to the floor.

I got to know him then from the back
by the hair, the shoulders,
the long lonely neck of a sloping man behind the wheel.
Always in pursuit of some closely guarded secret,
“It’s life, its life!” I’d want to yell out from behind the stillness.

I learned to love once before
I can do it again.

Carefully, and one more time you lay your clothing out,
the clock, the television…all a part of
your private ticking. And I am
once again a child learning how to
take the wheel when suddenly,
all in your quiet breathing,
you look down at me through your glasses,
passing along life
with an ever-loving smile.