Prism - March 2, 2020

Sometimes time-travel is slow and plodding,

Not like the movies, where they jump into the capsule/car/rocket-thing

Just in the nick of time --crisis averted!!

Nope.

The crisis comes, and it guts you.

You live, and you live along

For 104 weeks.

Precisely.

In those 104 weeks, you weep, rail against the heavens, turn inward,

and try to find a “rocket” to take you someplace else.

Instead, you learn to love deeper.

(Inhale pain, exhale grace. Repeat)

The time-travel now is backwards to that day,

a rehearsal of what we didn’t know

And what we know now.

I’m thankful for this brand of slow travel

Because along the way,

I learned to love a “you” I thought I knew, but didn’t.

The you I get is more problematic (aren't we all?)

But far more beautiful, magical – a prism.

Light comes in, and goes out, refracting unexpected colors.

I wish I could time-travel further back and love you better then.

But still…

104 weeks of lessons in love

Slow time-travel wins.