I’ve never seen love in grand gestures
Only in hidden, momentary things
The bingo caller’s lick of your lips,
The bunching of your nasalis muscle before
You begin your admonitions,
The tone switch of your
‘anyway, what was i saying?’
How you ram your hat on your head
before embarking from your flat
Later, such grace as the ship sinks:
Children and men first! That hat of yours
Firmly in place.