tuckie

2023

there were Halloweens
we walked the Marina
in costume, parading
with the bay in the fore
dark and lapping
our quiet companion
in a season of cacophony 

there was that New Years 
we skied
en masse
spent ourselves to apres
collapsed in a pile 
in front of the TV
by morning had adopted whole
new identities

there were those Wednesdays
in early motherhood
we tied our anchors to one another 
so as not to drift too far 
in a sea unforgiving
moored and rocking 
we weathered the storm

there were evenings 
in Mykonos
afar and afield
proving the gatekeepers wrong
we danced unabashed 
as the music thrummed
it’s heady beat
we strolled the streets
watched the sun fall
under a crown of flowers 
where the stone met the sea

there were Thanksgivings
in the Cotswolds
wellies and long walks
through the sheep fields
sometimes ill advised
boots stripped by the fire
a turkey arriving that none of us cooked
the gin you bought 
for show consumed

there were supper clubs in 
San Francisco
in chairs that needed to be justified
with a view of the bay
we sowed raw seeds