January 2nd

Two days past New Years
and there has been no time to stop,
no time to celebrate in stillness
and skin, to twine my fingers with yours

and revel in your presence,
your energy,
your love.

One more day of travel,
of highways and radio stations
changing with the cities,
of anonymous gas stations,
and too much coffee,
one more day

until the new year truly begins.

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A poem to the woman I love, as I head from Virginia back to Vermont. The picture was taken by my daughter last week, as we came down to Virginia to pick up my son for the holiday (so no, I was not photographing as I drove!). You can click on the image for a larger version.

Tom