I walked into the house
\nThis day, ten days before Christmas.
\nYou, your friends, Handel-ing the season at the Concert Hall
\nMe, starting to pack our van,
\nthe holiday mobile we will drive to this year’s Noel near the Hudson.
\n“Vacation.”
\nI stepped through the doorway and looked and loved you yet again.
\nI met the scattered detritus of this year’s Christmas card which
\nthough I helped write,
\na little,
\nwas your brainchild,
\na cleverly thought out,
\nbeautifully executed paper gift
\nto mail to friends and relatives.
\nI saw individually wrapped and labeled sachets full
\nof rose petals,
\ndried herbs
\nand your love,
\ngifts for our loves.
\nI saw stacks of paper
\na box of wrapped gifts,
\nbits of ribbon and the other refuse of the season.
\nBut I loved you again,
\nfell in love once more,
\nthat dizzying, tear-pulling, heart-aching yearning,
\nanother in a long line of loves,
\nwhen I saw your hand-drawn map on the floor,
\nthe tracings of our walks in town
\nyour eccentric,
\nefficient,
\nelegant,
\npaths up, down and across always different streets
\nto methodically make sure we see all the lights.
\nYou found time today,
\nenergy somehow,
\nforward momentum
\ntoday of all days,
\nto chart it out
\non top of everything else.
\nAnd I loved you afresh
\nWhen I saw your drawing
\nOn the floor amidst the rest of it all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I walked into the house This day, ten days before Christmas. You, your friends, Handel-ing the season at the Concert Hall Me, starting to pack our van, the holiday mobile we will drive to this year’s Noel near the Hudson. … Continue reading