I should stress, right from the start, that this poem is not autobiographical. Or at least it isn’t *recently* autobiographical. I wrote it a couple of months ago after reading something in someone else’s journal. So please don’t worry, kitanzi and I are doing just fine. 🙂
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This Is The Day
by Rob Wynne
This is the day we had looked forward to —
When the daily maelstrom of change and movement
had settled back into simple routine
and time no longer whipped past
like a hurricane wind.
This is the day we had looked forward to —
When mundane and ordinary cares could at last be set aside
If only for a couple of days
And we could retreat into the warmth of each other
for a while.
This is the day we had looked forward to —
When the distance between us was no longer
A gaping, unbridgeable chasm
And you were finally able to lie safe and quiet
In my arms.
Hrm, I do seem to procrastinate rather a lot, don’t I. Sherman, set the wayback machine for the week AFTER ConCertino. 🙂
Well, between vacation the week after ConCertino (which I will cover separately) and being just flat out tired this last week, I haven’t managed to do any updating in a while. So here’s some flashbacks on ConCertino. As usual, this isn’t so much a con report as a bunch of random memories. Being two weeks later, I’m sure I’ll forget something and then be mortified about it later, so apologies in advance.
I awoke this morning to a series of IMs from my oldest friend, Jeff, who took advantage of the fact that I forgot to log out of AIM to complain about the fact that after much pestering, he finally started reading my journal on a regular basis, only to find that I haven’t been updating it on a regular basis. Well, it’s a fair cop, and I should write more often, so let’s start with the most recent weekend…
The drive home from the airport in rush hour is made a much more pleasant journey when one can spend parts of it talking to not one, but two, lovely, beautiful and intelligent women. 🙂
I lie on my back
and look up at the sky
a pale blue expanse with
scattered white clouds
like drifting banks of snow
or perhaps crumpled linen
waiting for the wash
and I wonder
how the sky is where you are
and if you are lying on your back
and thinking of me
It was a year ago, almost to this minute.
It was the culmination of a dizzying weekend. You found out how I felt about you, and I found out how you felt about me. Suddenly, everything shifted into focus.
From Thursday night, snuggled up on the couch and surrounded by our friends, until that moment on Sunday afternoon, when we kissed for the first time (after I nervously asked “May I…”), I felt as if the entire weight of the world was lifted away from me.
That was the day I stopped drifting aimlessly. That was the day I made contact with something real and solid and worthwhile.
Since that day, we’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs. Long separations and too-short weekends. Talking on the phone late at night until we couldn’t keep our eyes open. Counting down the days between the time you decided to until you finally packed up and moved here so we could be together always.
One year ago, the most wonderful year of my life to date officially began. And I’m looking forward to sharing all the rest of my years with you, from now until the end of time.
Always and forever, I love you.
Happy anniversary.
Gosh, it’s been a long time since I posted anything moderately useful. I really should get back into the swing of things here.
The truth is, life has settled down into a nice, comfortable pace, and that doesn’t tend to leave much grist for the mill. This is not a BAD thing. kitanzi and I both put a lot of value into our creature comforts, and excitement is largely overrated. But there have been some newsworthy things lately.