Into NY

Rainy drive from Erie through foggy Buffalo,

breathing heavily, reviewing the repercussions

of the deadly pairing: wind and snow.

Now, as if nothing had happened — life

in the new year is hope, as all

should be — not a given.

I move my hand and time moves with me,

passing, on the verge of an arbitrary next.

Ready or not, here I come,

said Theo when we played hide and seek.

He’s three, and so beautifully broke the rules

of the game wanting to know my secret spot

before embarking on the search. His eyes,

when he ‘found’ me, were still full of mystery.

The rain makes it feel more like autumn, I thought.

We spent New Year’s Eve in Toronto, in the house

and with the people I know so well. My eyes,

when the clock struck midnight, full of mystery.