I realize the insignificance of a year
in the bigger picture, held up against the
length of my life and my mother’s life,
and the billions of lives the earth has held,
and the life of the earth itself.
Blink and one year is gone
and I’ve fallen in love with a stranger,
twice, shared more late-night conversations
and kisses than I can remember,
skipped class one too many times.
This is a reminder that one bad day
will fall into the good ones, forgotten.
That a week-long fight lasts
no longer than a heartbeat.
That the sun rising now, creating
a shadow across my first year,
will set again today.
It will be gone so soon.