Sitting at the granite kitchen slab
years in the planning and now
here we sit only a step
Like final exams and everything would
be wonderful when done. Except
life was flat. Empty. Just tiredness.
And I would get onto the subway,
my duffle on my shoulder and
make it to the Boston and Maine,
while towns flickered by dully out
It is better than that now. We
passed the finals. Straight A’s I’m sure
even on the essay tests between us.
Done just takes some adjusting.
Like mom doing the laundry, while
I go upstairs to settle in.