I can't remember if I was 7, or 8, when I learned the word.
But I held onto the meaning.
And I waited.
I waited through grade school,
and good times.
Through high school,
and bad times.
Hunger pains,
and soreness from laughing.
There were births,
and deaths.
I got married,
and divorced.
And I waited.
And waited.
Then yesterday it all became clear.
Last night I had a dream so vivid.
Of the place I'm most comfortable.
And everyone I love was there.
Past present, and future.
And this morning the smell of sassafras
followed me everywhere I went.
