Arriving

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.