Concentration
“You go your way
I’ll go your way too”
. (Leonard Cohen)
I watch you take the scissors
to the browning ends of the leaves
on the old potted plant
that hangs from the ceiling.
You bring a perfect sense of concentration
to all the things you do:
From pouring out the tea
into your grandmother’s old cups,
to spreading honey on your toast
and making love to me.
I love that frown of concentration,
strangely softening your face,
as much as that half shy,
half firework, sudden smile,
each time you catch me
watching you again.