Andrea, 18, observing our relationship during Tom’s open-heart surgery:
She is his advocate
Sometimes silent, sometimes screaming
They are two halves
coming together from different wholes
not quite a perfect match
fitting together anyway, somehow
Like oil and vinegar
When they are shaken no lines of separation are visible
and then they begin to separate again
At the last minute they hold on and don’t let go.
They are not fluent in each other’s languages
But like a stubborn tourist, they persist and settle in
Almost a native but sometimes still so foreign and strange.
--How could you?
--I don’t know.
He is her sounding board
Sometimes critical, sometimes supporting
It is inconceivable that they are partners
and yet it is so right!
A fish and a bird are lovers
and I know where they make their home.