a card-carrying adult,
reprising songs from Fiddler on the Roof,
as I—without realizing it—stopped pretending
and became the person I want to be.
Had I been courting original sin
long enough to lose my soul to a snake?
I reviewed my past
and selected the future
as my focus.
So here, cobbled together
from memory and a new deep love,
is an air of hope
that only comes from decades
of slow, tectonic change.
and selected the future
as my focus.
So here, cobbled together
from memory and a new deep love,
is an air of hope
that only comes from decades
of slow, tectonic change.