Laury A. Egan - Two Poems

Grace

Grace is in your hands, strong and slender.
I watched them while you were writing,
as the cool lake wrapped air around us;
I watched them in gesture, in repose,
in the kitchen, grasping a wooden spoon.
I watched and knew they were his to hold,
not mine, and yet I hope. My touch
is lighter than the lightest whisper.

A Woman Like You

A woman like you will know
    the word that precisely unlocks the trick of my heart,
    the phrase I’ve yearned to write.
A woman like you will know
    the invisible road for us to follow, sifting present,
    finding future, while I light the space around us.
A woman like you will know
    how to imagine each touch without it happening,
    who will sense my presence on a breeze.

A woman like you will know
   that joy springs from sadness like reds
    and yellows against gray skies.
A woman like you will know
    how to translate who I am, where I am,
    even when I am unsure or have strayed beyond reach.
A woman like you will know
    my love, profoundly so, as I will know your love,
    profoundly so, and that I am a woman like you.