Confession

And forgive us our little joys...

I am so glad
For all the years:
The pain and longing,
Smiles and tears-
The waiting and the wishing,
The sharing and the teasing-
The way the light
And water changed
And never will go back.
I mark the date I fell
And count the hours
I've been blessed
By lonliness.
For if there never played this bridge,
Nor these twists and turns inside,
The years would have been empty,
As would I.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com