Monday, January 17, 2011

a very long story

Written 7/1/10:

Late last night a stranger came to the door
a gold chain and bloodshot eyes
we were waiting for him
and with quiet voices
under one stark light we huddled
around the kitchen table so he could explain to us the contract
read us our rights
and we signed
and signed
and yes and yes
initial here
date here
quietly we accepted

I observed the scene as though removed from it
like watching the trailer for a thriller
(the spy receiving his orders)
or a climactic chapter of a tragedy . . . 
or, simply the beginning of a very long story
which it was

Last night we finalized the purchase of the home we have been living in,


and this is where the poem stopped, mid-sentence, just like that
I thought I knew the rest of the story
the man, his wife, the small town
three little girls in kneesocks, climbing the hill to their elementary school
But the story, as stories do, took an unexpected turn
and what seemed like the rest of the story
was only the beginning
when yesterday we sat at the very table
and signed
and signed again
Yes, and yes 
date here
initial here
just like that the chapter ended
and then we ate pasta 
with tomatoes
harvested in August
reserved for some significant occasion
and this kitchen table
The tomatoes had probably accepted their fate
never expecting
to see


camilla said...

Congratulations. I look forward to following you on your journey. Change. It's a scary and wonderful thing.

Misha Leigh. said...

Congratulations! That is no small thing right now. Can't wait to hear what is next...

Betty said...

Congrats!! Will be following your journey!

Fijufic said...

I think congrats are in order!!!

You have such a beautiful outlook on life. Are you perfect? Nope.

That makes this place even better....

Thank you for your insight and friendship. You have a wonderful family.