The Year From 2 to 3
May 26 2008


The year from 2 to 3
was half my life
so far.

Now, I think more about seasons.
How much colder, this late spring.
How summers used to be magical;
when school stopped,
and the days seemed longer
hotter.
And how still I feel
in the long dark night of winter,
when time goes mercifully slow.
Although fall’s still bittersweet
— fresh-cut grass
and wood-smoke.

Birthday done,
a single candle for convenience.
Taxes over,
how I manage to lose a year
yet save all the receipts.
It snowed today,
yet in less than a month
the days will start getting shorter.

So I try to live in the moment,
to be mindful, focused.
I like the stillness, here,
when I stop the chatter,
feel myself breathe
all the way out.
In the eternal now
there is so much room to roam,
no dead-line, no purpose.

Just as the meaning is found
in the space between the words.