... By Kei Miller is a simple poem, full of hopes about the other side of the coin ...
Let us not repeat the easy lies about eternity
and love. We have fallen out of love
before - like children surpassing
the borders of their beds, woken
by gravity, the suddenness of tiles.
So it is we have opened our eyes
in the dark, found ourselves far
from all that was safe and soft.
So it is we have nursed red bruises.
If we are amazed at anything let it be this:
not that we have fallen from love,
but that we were always resurrected
into it, like children who climb sweetly
back into bed.
