Scanning The Horizon For Whales
Today we celebrate
The Patron saint of Wales,
she called out from the bathroom.
I imagine cetaceans.
The Saint feeding the whales?
No, she called over the water. Wales.
Calling back and forth, enjoying how
she’s used to my pretending not to hear:
Wales or Wales–no cross purposes-
we’re enjoying being downtown
at a friend’s apartment, unpacking.
I bought three pairs of panties
and two pairs of gloves, she tells me.
Why would you do that? Why have brought?
No, she says, I bought three pairs. On Sale.
And then she told me the doctor
had examined her, and she was fine.
How did he look, I asked?
Dark hair, she said, topsiders
and grey socks like yours, that slump down.
No, I mean how did he examine you?
And we both could laugh at that, too,
because we had been worried.
I liked the whale part best.