Across to 2024

If the bridge of time
were only a hackneyed metaphor
and you weren’t on my mind
now and then
or in my heart just always
then I wouldn’t dream of you
what we were then
what we’d be now
and again I do
occasionally wonder if you do too.

We hang new calendars
on our kitchen walls
are we getting farther away or
closer to those days.

May the year bring you Moonwashing!