I Love Your Letters

©2003 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing

I love your letters, more than a blank page
For a poet of my age, it's saying a lot
With a nod to my betters, I try it again
Each now into then, each blessing forgot

And I love your cards, so thoughtfully hand-picked
Their pictures tell secrets the artists don't know
From near, from far, question and answer,
Dove and the dancer, the give and the go

And I love your body, its turns and its phrases
Its hedges and ditches, its swallowing ways
So good and so easy, a season of mystery,
Unscripted history, a prayer if you please

And I love how I know you, love how you know me
Water below me, body above
The wild world below you, so restlessly turning
All changed in this yearning to the breast of a dove