Poem: Leap Day

Wall in San Francisco by Cynthia Cummins

It’s not a leap year, and it’s not even February yet. But here’s a little something I wrote.

Leap Day

And did you get what

you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself

beloved on the earth.

~ Late Fragment by Raymond Carver

in a dream I walked through the aurora borealis –

shining shifting on a regular street

on a regular day

wherever we go, I feel our glow

our home is the softest comfort

we’ve traveled to other continents

we’ve pinned a map with wished-for destinations

the places we visit alone make us stronger,

loving and trusting to whom we return

and yet I yearn, beloved,

for a passport and guide to your deepest interior

and for you to want to know mine.