Raise

You sprint to the end of an era; your landlord throws you a lifeline and tells you to hold on to it for later. Your parents ask if you couldn’t cross the ocean and babysit their plants instead, you are a perpetual potential to those around you who see your flailing tethers and long to hook them to their agendas. 

It’s too sunny, too warm, the breeze to mild for you to be angry about this. 

We sat in Battery Park and watched our heritage dance around us until dark, sat at the edge of Red Hook and watched the sun set behind the Statue of Liberty, I sat under a tree in a spot of shade and watched clovers hide their fourth leaves, life is a mystery. I packed the contents of a year into the open nooks between contents of a life in my storage unit, 

life is predictable. 

June has arrived now, my darling, summer has arrived to take us all somewhere new. All you have to do is hang on. 

All you have to do is live it.