Today a poem I can relate to -- I had a version of the experience -- a meeting after nearly 30 years although the emotional content was different, in fact, much more romantically satisfying. Still I was happy to find a poem on this subject which probably happens more often than younger people realize. The poet is Denise Levertov (1923-1997) who has written other strong poems that speak strongly to me.
A WOMAN MEETS AN OLD LOVER
He with whom I ran hand in hand kicking the leathery leaves down Oak Hill path thirty years ago
appeared before me with anxious face, pale almost unrecognized, hesitant, lame.
He whom I cannot remember hearing laugh out loud but see in mind's eye smiling, self-approving, wept on my shoulder.
He who seemed always to take and not give, who took me so long to forget,
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!