by Dana Gioia
Surely the comic books and movies have it right.
The past is waiting for us somewhere--
The table is set, soup steaming on the stove.
No theme song, please, or special effects.
This ordinary room with its preposterous lamp
and blue-chintz sofa will suffice.
How long it took to recognize
The shameless modesty of our desire--
Only to possess what we already had.
Let me unlock the door and step inside.
Will you be there at the other end,
There on the morning we first met?
from Interrogations at Noon
Graywolf Press 2001