(Things to Remember...
or Possibilites for the Future)
i
The giddy days of the year
have ended
And the calendar has come
to a screeching halt.
We have reached
A crossroads of possibilities:
turning right into history––
turning left into memory––
Or crashing across the barrier
of time
Like barefoot cherubs
on the freshly fallen snow.
ii
I have come to a point
in my life
Where buying houses seems
like playing Monopoly
And years have come to mean
Go, Jail or Taxes...
Little more.
iii
It is late in the afternoon
of the 31st-
I am paying my bills and
Keeping busy with
final things
Like neatening my desk,
worrying if my bed is made
If my shoes are scuffed––
The infinite unfinished trivialities
of this nutsy-boltsy-erector-set-life.
iv
But of course, I am also thinking
of you dear heart.
Of the laughter we might enjoy
in our feathery pillow bed
Sharing words, dreams, and kisses
between hugs
Sunday brunches and occasional journeys
to the Mountains of the Moon.
v
Clocks are ticking-
bells are clanging––
The calendar has tumbled off
the wall-
Now is time for you
to choose.
Come with me
Be my forever friend––
We will dance
like barefoot cherubs
On the freshly fallen snow.