Love Poem: Cavafy
By Timothy Liu
Coming back
from the ski trip
in the back of a van,
it had gotten dark
enough for
the steady hum
of the engine
to lull us all
into a deep sleep—
my best friend
and I having
the backseat
all to ourselves.
Have you ever felt
your body starting
to lean toward
its truest
intentions—head
hoping hard
for a soft landing
on your buddy’s
dozing shoulders?—
a journey in inches
that took me years.
