Ordinary love

I have to admit, U2
are not what they were.
They are slower, less able
to stretch and risk.
They have a routine.
They come out wrapped
in layers
of production.

But they will always
be my band. The love
is like the eye light
of a time-marked woman
at the grizzled man
with whom she danced
and danced — how long
ago? She
the dancer still spinning
inside him, the same soul
still closing its eyes,
singing its song.

At least, that’s how it is
for me,
my band,

and that’s how I suppose it is
for such a woman,
such a man.

U2’s ‘Ordinary Love’