trials, tribulations
re-discovery, tussles
all that have
made 2009
(that year!
rather, that year end)
all that it has
come to be
mean and represent
great love stories
start young
young enough
to believe in
traditions
and annual rituals
and maintain
small shoe boxes
of movie stubs
that serve as
memory
of the immensity
that just happened
and then
oceans decide
to change course
and come between
more movie stubs
going into
the hush puppies box
till this moment
when life itself
becomes a moment
in transit
where two suitcases
sit permanently
beneath my bed
as i sleep
hoping someday
they will see
all the clothes
that they saw
on the one day
in september
when deep pools of brown
became only
a vacation thing
a thing to
say goodbye to
again and again
but we're
getting there
almost there
in this time
and space
meandering oceans
and double
sunrises
are not defeats
for you and me
