For my husband of 21 years

The Wild Rose

Wendell Barry

Sometimes, hidden from me

 in daily custom and in trust,

I live by you unaware, 

as if by the beating of my heart,

Suddenly you flare again in my sight,
A wild rose blooming at the edge

 of the thicket,  grace and light

 where yesterday was only shade,

and once again I am blessed, choosing 
again what I chose before

1990

2012