I once marched angry streets

On pointed stilts,

Shaking my fist,

Rattling my face,

Bowling my head through

Crowded innocents.


But then I met you–



A clean lens through which

I spied a better life.


I took your path and it

Made me better.


I am still a clumsy fool,

No stanger to my rotten temper.

But however I falter

Or lose my head,

I have you,

Safe in our room,

Rain on the roof,

To stumble to.