For Gillian
Never mind September.
When it gets to December the days go by like lightning
and each one must be grabbed by the tail
to whirl me where it will.
Forgive me if this seems like I'm pressuring you.
I am the one under pressure.
If you want to join my madcap dance,
then welcome;
if not,
then please wave back as I dance away
into the midnight
of a tomorrow that may never come
for all I know.
December 26, 2001
