Equinox
This is my undoing, and today is spring—
Everything I thought lost and gone,
It thawed.
This is the drowning,
This is the jump.
It’s hard to remember the cold,
So sharp,
When your toes are buried deep
In the grass, and your hands are sticky
From hand-picking strawberries in the yard.
So why end the night then?
If these nocturnal delights are nothing but
Diurnal defeats and regrets to collect like
Pebbles or seashells—
To throw at your window,
Or to go down to swim with the fishes.
That I must decide yet.
Is this your ghost sitting across the room,
With my keys tightly clutched in his hands?
Whatever could it be that has
Brought you back to me?
This is all my love,
Unfrozen now,
Staring back at me.
And I stare back.