Betrayals click off our days
each with its fresh footfall
toward whatever follows death
now the tension in the shoulders
now the sudden pain in the arch
soon the fist tightening the heart
or the quick sluice of blood in the brain.
Those first few decades I betrayed myself
was invisible for years
stumbled from dim light to darkness
falling through faithless days
into nights of longing for oblivion
for escape from unsquared windows
tilted walls built on no foundation.
Betrayals still come but are smaller now
lighter to be borne and fairer
only our bodies and other people
are false to us now as we look down
the long hall of our work and love
into the days of light touch and kisses
that fill this quiet infinite horizon.