Thank you, again, Guardian. And Annie Finch.

Making the most of what you’ve got

You are the return and you bring with you
more than that. I love you with my whole waking self,
and the one that brings me home at night
though the wind is cold. You are what I have been waiting for

all winter, you are a cure for ills.
You are light, you are progress,
you are the return and I love you. I love you
like the ease of falling for the delighted relief
of the inevitable; longed for, expected, unhurried.

You do not feel this way about me; my loss
of you is gain to somewhere else.

I love you for your equal indifference to the others
who you are happy to leave, again and again, for me.