walking home across the island

[thesunatmidnite]

walking home across the plain in the dark.
and linda crying. again we have come
to a place where i rail and she suffers and the moon
does not rise. we have only each other,
but i am shouting inside the rain
and she is crying like a wounded animal,
knowing there is no place to turn. it is hard
to understand how we could be brought here by love.
-jack gilbert