By Alan Toltzis
As time passed,
they didn’t need to study love,
pray for it,
or even speak its name.
they lived their love
Secrets remained secret
as love sank into unbending bones,
fused with supple corpuscles,
and seeped through soft skin
beneath their fingernails.
Only by looking back
and naming each
of the 42 places (in order)
they had journeyed
did they realize they had grown
into an old couple
who survived a long-forgotten stopover
of bickering and concession
and the should-
they should never
leaving only unspoken love
perpetuated by the comfort and intimacy
of taking each other
Today’s poem is from the collection The Last Commandment, published by Poetica Publishing, copyright © 2015 by Alan Toltzis, and appears here today with permission from the poet.
Alan Toltzis is the author of the book of poems, The Last Commandment (Poetica Publishing, 2015). His work appears in print and online publications including The Provo Canyon Review, Poetica Magazine, Burningword Literary Journal, Soul-Lit, and Red Wolf Journal. Alan is working on his second book of poems and is developing The Psalm Project, to teach poetry to middle- and high-school students.
Editor’s Note: There is something of a prayer in today’s poem. A thanksgiving. Something quiet, humble, and honest. Something lived, understood, known. What it is to journey throughout a lifetime of relationship. What it is to look back and reflect upon “the should- / and should-not-have-saids … leaving only unspoken love / perpetuated by the comfort and intimacy / of taking each other / for granted.”
Want to read more from Alan Toltzis?
Alan Toltzis’ Official Website
“Miles Away” in the Red Wolf Journal
The Provo Canyon Review
“Noah” in the Red Wolf Journal
“Elegy for 107696” via Poetica Publishing