It doesn't happen all at once, so you're never quite sure when it started. Suddenly you realize that there was a sunrise that winked at you yesterday, that you found forty dollars in the street two weeks ago, that the bartender pulled a few drinks off your tab just before closing. Suddenly you find yourself sitting on an East River ferry smiling, simply because you cannot help yourself.
Do you remember how we'd see that ferry, with its silly name, back when things were new and the world seemed open to our miracles? Every time I saw it, it felt like a nudge from the Universe. Even after you'd left, I thought, the Universe still sees me, so I am not alone. It passed me today on a Brooklyn pier park, after years of absence, bringing commuters back to Manhattan like it was nothing, like we didn't have a history. Like the Universe had returned from its sojourn to other realms and was again here to let its light shine on me.
I've been feeling it lately, that buzz, that brightness. I can't explain it, and I don't ask to. The words are simmering again, the life in my veins.
Hold on tight, my darling
it might just be time to live.
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