The boots I never wore in the city but wear every day here
Slip on easy now, laces no longer stiff with newness
I’ve broken my own heart but I’m healing it
Like that Japanese pottery fixed with gold
And it’s not the first time, I’m getting better
I’m getting greyer: my hair, my clothes
The arc of this planet swinging again around the sun
What’s hard about goodbyes is how well you know what you’re leaving
Even just the knownness makes it precious
I get tired of learning to love a new thing, but I think
Now that is just what living is
So here I am in this place smelling of woodsmoke
Here I am praying to the licorice ferns on the bigleaf maples
And here I am holding your head against my shoulder, rocking you
Counting your eyelashes and watching you eat
What’s hard about hellos is also the miracle of them
I’ve said hello to you every morning for the last 84 days
84 miracles and how many more to come, pouring glitter
Into every crack
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