Manly Hug

The first time we met we did not embrace;
Though the stiff handshake and a knowing nod
Over time evolved to frigid clasp, with
Steely arms, averted eyes and awkward hips.

As a rock’s sharp edges slowly soften
when waves grow familiar with the shore line,
A cast iron hug became malleable
And our contours found a safe congruence.


Jonathan Watson
February 2008