When Love Showed Up
You met him on a retreat, his first and only one
laughing, talking on a Delaware Water Gap
dock with two brothers catching eel
for their beloved grandmother’s breakfast
He held the caught eel which wriggled,
squirming his hand up almost to its mouth,
to bite, dropped it with a jerk, suddenly
enchantingly in wonder, unromantic
You talked with him all night, kissing
at 5 am, you suggested sleep
“Or,” he said, “we could lie on the dock
and watch the sun rise.” And you knew.
Like a bell ringing, love.