Precipices of time;timepieces

I think often of that precipice of time — where you don’t know it, but you stood at a certain moment between twin worlds; a past and future 

it is weird to me…. so very very weird to me …. how I remember how Michigan first looked to me the late night when me and my boyfriend, at the time, pulled up to his mother’s house. After a long drive from East Meadow and Huntington New York thst late night road  was endless fast. Ohio and Pennsylvania went on forever but there it was, a right left right and down a winding drive 

My very first impression of Michigan was that house. You see. It was late and so dark out with nothing open. And then I met my boyfriend mother, as we’d be staying there.

I’d never thought one day years later I’d be writing invitations for my wedding reception at that address. 

Or that the child I’d one day have would be living there now 

If I could go back to that cold winter day we first stepped out his volks wagon golf and freeze time…. 

Id just pause for a long while ….walk out into that road and look down the way we’d come and just look at who ever it was she was ….because she would no longer be her again 

then look at that house and realize why I felt the energy that I felt that day when I’d stepped over the threshold 

That house more than any my parents lived at —has known all of my heartbreaks and transitions and ironically, been longer a part of my history. Isn’t that strange how even this grandmother of my child has known me longer than my own parent