11/3/07

Freshman Year

“I feel like I’m living my afterlife”
I said,
Beside the moving van.
Because I couldn’t see
how the story
Could possibly end up
going
somewhere
else.
Somewhere I hadn’t yet been.

My heart was a suitcase
Overflowing
Recalling the
years of seasons
now passing away.
where
sky and sea spit through with fireworks,
While we sat in
the crooks of familiar elbows,
holding our hearts in our hands

And still,
I didn’t know
yet
How to lean into
This Lover
who beckoned me
Laughing,
Into all my days.