was it only a week ago that i was standing on my seat, watching damien rice sing with his guitar and beautiful lisa and drummer that looked like a little person? can a week traverse worlds? because a week ago now i was sleeping, soon to wake up and pack to leave a few hours later, after staying up late, playing shithead with susan and jenna. susan went home to sleep and jenna and i forced our eyes open for another hour of three months in belfast reflection.
what had it all meant?
what does it all mean?
what were we feeling?
and i just sat on the couch, pillow on my lap and a cup of tea. shrugged my shoulders and didn't know much then.
and now it's a week later. i'm in the guest room of my sister's home, and i smell like campfire, after watching the wood in the fireplace burn. peggy wrapped gifts and drew propped his feet up on my lap as we shared the couch. i'd just gotten home from my mom's church christmas party, where i smiled a lot and said hello to the people who knew me when i was 10 years old--some of whom haven't seen me since. hi, i said. merry christmas. i watched the drama of the white elephant gift exchange.
and then i passed the airport on the way home: old blue lights, 12th and grace streets. thought of my father. hello dad, i said.
where does the time go?
Posted by bananie at December 22, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack