Monday, January 28, 2008

February Has Always Been the Melancholy Month


Seems like the abandonment always occurs in February

if it doesn't come then I know that that is the time in which the roots are developed.


The Great Lakes surrounded me for Twenty Five years and I sometimes wonder if when I left them the protection that they offered faded out slowly.

For the first three years away I felt like my heart was still there.

After five years the final nail had been driven.

And now I am nowhere near the magical clear waters.

And now that life there, and its protections are blurring into the distorted bits of images reserved for my earliest of memories.