Poetry Journal

Issues / Volume 5 Issue 2 , November 2015


All that time

Anna Ryan-Punch

  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.