"Can yours ever be the same: "Can yours ever be the same where you are?" I have never been able to put this haunting sentiment into words. how you made grief sound so beautiful!
Through the metaphor you have: Through the metaphor you have deployed, you compress a profound meaning, and an implied backstory, into such a small space---always a sign of classic talent.
Thanks to Starward, I found: Thanks to Starward, I found your endearingly relatable and inviting poem. The charming metaphor is perfectly tailored to the experience and the delightful style. A joy to read.
It does resolve. By small: It does resolve. By small steps or large, it does resolve. The worst year of my life was 1981: I had earned, the year before, a useless college degree; my parents would not help me with further tuition; my first job, recruited out of college, ended in failure as soon as it began; my then fiancee dumped me; and I came back to my parents home, tail between legs, to be taken in like a charity case (and they reminded me of this constantly). I found a job in early 1982, and though it started rough, by early 1983, things began to turn my way. One normally does not think of how fast the earth turns, or swings around the sun; or that the sun is swinging around the edge of the galaxy---three circular motions that, except for the change of day and night, and the change of seasons, we cannot register on our senses. Yet those movements are always ongoing, and each is considerably small in scale compared to the next one. The movements in our life continue like that, and, by small or large, ultimately resolve the issues.
Aw shucks, thank you. This is: Aw shucks, thank you. This is too on the dogs nose, heh, in my own life right now. I'm glad that it came across that way.
Wow! I don't even have the: Wow! I don't even have the words to respond to this. I feel very humble in the face of such a marvelous compliment. And the understanding and comprehension you bring to my poems goes beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you for making this day so much brighter than it, otherwise, would have been.
This gives a unique: This gives a unique expression to what is, I suspect, a process of change experienced by multitudes of people who may not even be able to notice it---let alone articulate it in metaphor as well as you have done here.