Tell Me

By Elizabeth Jennings

   Tell me where you go
   When you look faraway.
   I find I am too slow

   To catch your mood. I hear
   The slow and far-off sea
   And waves that beat a shore

   That could be trying to
   Call us toward our end,
   make us hurry through

   This little space of dark.
   Yet love can stretch it wide.
   Each life means so much work

   You are my wealth, my pride.
   The good side of me, see
   That you stay by my side

   Two roots of one great tree.