The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


I’ve decided that “The Time Traveler’s Wife,” by Audrey Niffenegger, is the best book I have ever read, and I’m not even past page 87. (The National Bestseller has officially topped my favorites: “The Da Vinci Code,” “The Giver,” etc.) It is an extremely beautifully written piece of literature. Oh, it’s so beautiful, it’s gorgeous. I would recommend it to anyone and everyone if I could. (Oh, man. And at this very moment Percy is going through my head.  But forget about Percy right now. Ha ha.)

P.S. Happy New Year! 2005!