All that time ago we came here
and grew each corner of
the room with tiny wax lights,
suddenly in the biggest space
we had ever seen.
All that time ago we said
to hell with the furniture!
then rejoiced in the language
of mattress salesmen, pot plants
and one too few cabinet toggle-bolts.
All that time ago I didn’t know
when I would see you next and it
broke something
something fixed
each minute to hour.
All that time ago we
found our jumping-off place.
We did this to become the
kind of people who would
later think it impossible.
Poem
All that time
Anna Ryan-Punch