one of us sends a link to this article.
And when next we meet for our regular
cocktails and conversation, we share
our amusement over bowls of mussels
steamed in wine and garlic, hunks
of fresh bread on the side. At last,
recognition that women who know what
they want aren't fanged or intimidating.
One of us says casually, between bites—
We don't really want to train anyone
how to be emotionally mature, or have
to explain what we want, period. And so,
if they've finally learned what we know,
well and good. We want companionship,
a voice responding in conversation not
in grunts but thoughtfully. Someone
who doesn't assume we'll naturally
remember birthdays, call plumbers, doctors
or teachers, absorb every emergency like
a sponge. Perhaps it's true that someone
younger might now be wise enough to know
they have their own growing up to do.
Though some of us are close to retirement
and a few have actually crossed that line,
we are not old-old, which is important.
We're not afraid of being fully ourselves.
Tired of following protocol for its sake,
we've arrived at our certainties,
embrace our desire, enjoy the view.