My problem is,
I still remember falling in love,
Even at my advanced age,
Like I remember learning to drive at 16.
That split-second feeling
Of knowing you have lost control
But still being in control,
Riding alone in your automobile—
A slight movement of your hand
Can send you a careening,
An adjustment of your legs, out of control,
And yet . . . all right . . .
Or learning to ride a bike
As Dad lets go of the back and somehow—
It’s all just happening,
Though you don’t know how
And meanwhile,
something you cannot touch has changed within you—
Like water flowing under ice
on the first warm day of winter