2012 is, roughly speaking, over.
It was equal parts sunset and surprise.
I learned about wishing. About wanting.
About flying high.
About the meaning of preparedness; about always being ready.
But I couldn’t expect this; my expectations were too low.
Blame that on a lot of things, most of all myself.
But the flip side of blame is credit. I wear the marks to show it.
Yes, I made this happen, a few hundred times.
Yeah, I can claim credit for a lot of things. But what is the value of this –
I thought I knew, but – I didn’t. Couldn’t.
I thought I knew about ties.
Not really. Turns out it was all better than I expected. Easier. Faster. Clearer.
With enough lensing,
some dumb luck, and a sixth sick sense of enjoyment,
multiplied by endless
the messy, pricey bounty
the Big City
we made a time
and a place
special to more than just us.
Justice, self served, soft-served
with a knife
and shared aims
It was great.
Better than I expected. Deeper.
More saturated sunsets.