Monday, March 19, 2012

seasons, reasons, lifetimes

the beginning of a story
is never the beginning

I met Rebecca on a plane to San Francisco

a trip I never would have taken
if I hadn't worked for a company with very generous comp time

a job I never would have had
if I hadn't worked with Carolyn's husband on a campaign
and our candidate won

If I'd been able to take AP English in high school
I'd have probably placed out of my freshman seminar
meaning I might have not met a professor who changed my life
or a boy I had hoped would, but didn't.

These tiny details. The strangers along the way
who sculpt us, change us, direct our paths

give us beginnings
or segues
or conclusions

broken, imperfect choices

that brought me to this love
this day.

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