Thinking too much
About time these days,
How it builds,
Delivering its rewards,
Silting in bittersweetly,
Remembering how
You arrived 17 years ago
On a day like this,
Clear and crisp,
Returning from Boston
In the old Volvo station wagon,
Coming in "the back way"
Of the Cape,
How I made sure
My mind took a snapshot
Passing the town line
Into Pigeon Cove:
Precious cargo in the rearview,
A small bundle swaddled,
Slumping slightly sideways
Sleeping in your car seat,
Driving with such care,
With little idea
Of what I was
Doing, but
Knowing where I was
Taking you:
Home.
Home.
