Ever in the current . . .

Revelations: this is the season of revelations, of understanding, of grand gestures, of endings.

Winter’s haunches like a chastity belt clutch my heart. And winter is kind to lend me this sanctuary. Because I am a criminal; unrepentant and unredeemable. So the unseasonable inch of snow on the deck and the neglected pumpkin on my porch on December 19th set travelers racing to greener and warmer and more timely abodes.

But, whatever you want, whatever you want. I don’t question you.

Everything is going away – everything must go away. Me too.

Sluff the detritus of your life to uncover the new life; scour the skin til it is as pink and fragrant as your origin. Leave no blemish, no historical relic. Start fresh. Scour the steps where you scarred your knee; scour the window where in reflection, you recognized betrayal; scour the voice that strangled in your own throat when the attack raged; scour (most importantly of all) the lyric voices of love – the sweet echoes of endearment. Scour. Toss it all.

Hey love – that’s the word we never use – Hey Love, abandon this ship. She founders. She needs not a storm or some blind jetty – she founders.

Drop her anchor deep; she knows where she’s wedded, in the deep. Uncork the plugs and let her fall. She wishes it. The deep is her home. Suitable for the criminal heart, ever in the current and never arriving.