All that stays unknown

There he is, the morning of. It is summer and he feels good in his skin. Stretched to the corners of his life, filling them out. Everything is as it should be; he is where he should be. He’s solid here, close to the ground, nothing shifting underneath him. There he is. Oblivious and satisfied, thisContinue reading “All that stays unknown”

Somewhere, waiting

There she is, the morning of. It is summer, and she feels it. The winter sadness has been shaken, sloughed from her skin, and she’s lighter now, present. Waking without the ache, without the anchor thud dragging her down. There she is. Happy and forgetful in her getting ready, this morning of. Ready: Prepared. Willing.Continue reading “Somewhere, waiting”

This is how it begins

It took you three full days.  Then the little red flag and your name. ‘hi’ ‘hi …’ ‘Did you get home alright the other night?’ ‘Sure did’ ‘I was thinking. I should have walked you home …’ ‘Oh ha, that’s okay. I can take care of myself’ ‘I’ve no doubt.  Still, I probably should have.Continue reading “This is how it begins”

You touched my wrist (or how it began) …

I caught it, fleeting as it was. A rare moment where you know exactly what is happening to you, and how. It was only this on that first night but I felt your hand on my wrist all the way home and I sat up and stared at the wall until the moon disappeared. ItContinue reading “You touched my wrist (or how it began) …”