12/27

By an old faith it is a year this day, but I haven't it in me

To keep track of two calendars, not now, not while

Living in transition.

Yet, will next week be any easier?

Won't be where we lived then either, only moving

Through more change.

But as I travel further into living alone, searching

New anchor points, one always, is a candle lit for you

In my heart.