It’s Hard to Believe

It’s hard to believe

When I look into my eyes

Next to your eyes

In a glossy snap of

A moment carved by light

Inhaled by mirrors with

Memories

That you and I have reaped

So much grain in so few years

Granted, the dust is still heavy

In the air and our eyes itch

As we fall into bed, night

After night drugged by

The hands and eyes and voices

And feet — so many feet

Vibrating with solar energy

Or lunacy or fairy dust

But those fields at our backs

Were fertile and thick

With faces and fingers

That have sprung up one by one

And you and I have ridden our tractor

Back and forth hauling up

The kids like bales of hay

And we’ll stack them in the

Barn again tonight — like every night

Until they ask for a cup of water or

Have a bad dream and climb into

Bed with us.