We’re in our early thirties and finally here,
With no immediate plans for children.
Fifty to sixty hours a week we work,
She’s a lawyer and I’m a financier.

We sometimes rent a DVD or two on weekdays,
Wander out for gourmet desserts if weather permits
Or take a cab together to the nearest Equinox,
Where she uses the treadmill and I lift some weights.

Weekends are our moments of bliss;
Our guides Zagat and Citysearch lead us
To four or five-star nouveau cuisine Friday dinners;
She usually gets the salmon and I stick to the beef.

It’s errands or “leave the city” on Saturdays;
We’re closing in on an outpost in Montauk -
Three bedrooms and an incredible sunrise.
She’ll do the decorating and I’ll fix up the porch.

Sunday mornings are reserved for the Times and bagels;
We always fight to see who gets the Magazine first
And lie about whose turn it is to pick up the H&H dozen.
She keeps the spread plain while I pile on the lox.

Another solid year has gone by and a new one begins;
The MoMA’s reopened and Vermont skiing awaits.
Looking back over ten years ago when we first met
I couldn’t have told you that this would be happiness.

She’ll be late tonight because of a new case
But she called and told me to sleep first.
I’m surfing three hundred channels
On our high-definition satellite TV,
Growing weary.