Marches

The thing is I’m not worried. The thing is this heart is beating out of my chest, these new green buds on the trees make every breath burst off my lips, these eyes refuse not to sparkle, I’m not worried.

The thing is I know all good things are on their way. It looks like they are here, now, it looks like they are close enough to touch but until you are actually touching them you have no idea how good things can be. The thing is sometimes love takes the long way around but don’t you see? Every winter ends, sometime. Spring always arrives, whatever way it takes to get there.

The thing is we get there.