Notes from Exile: Meeting My Wife
Log/Verse: daily reflections from prison, written every morning at my bunk. Part poem, part log book.
This week’s Log/Verse ties directly to Sunday’s Prison post, which recounted the day I broke the news of my company’s collapse to my wife. In this piece, I go back to the beginning—when we first met—and hold that moment up against the years that followed.
MEETING MY WIFE
It was one of those great early summer nights when all the waiting for summer was over and it had suddenly arrived and the excitement palpable and change somehow in the air and a friend introduced her to me and almost like I knew it would be or dreamed it would be but never really even thought about what it would be but it was everything I thought it would be before I even knew what IT was and it was even better than that because she was so beautful and she looked at me without a word but telling me with just one look that she knew everything about me and it would be ok and I wondered while waiting to fall asleep in my bunk one night with years of my sentence ahead of me if it was still ok.
You can read more of my log verse, published in Minutes Before Six, a literary journal that publishes writing by formerly incarcerated writers.