Anticipation

Anticipation

We counted months and miles , adding wishes on the calendar,

Crossing out weeks at a time, anticipating the present.

Our parents warned us about

Rips, crevices, rain and snow

Twists, scars, earthquakes and fires.

But we laughed at their fears, eager for dreams to show up

At the end of each path, each river we crossed.

Suspended between childhood and old age, we piled wishes and mementos

And counted these for each season we left behind.

Are we there yet, we shouted, adding, subtracting signposts, landmarks

Crossing out seasons far too eagerly.

At the end, we can’t even remember

The color, or the feel, or the smell

Of those days we spent in anticipation.

Rosaria

5/14/2011