On Transition

Reflection on the first weeks

It was a time when coffee fixed the bloodshot eyeball
And waffled face.
It was a time when a cigarette
Meant no harm at all.
It was a time when lovers
Could do it behind the sofa.
It was a time when notebooks
Weren't required.
It was a time when music meant the whole
Space of an hour or a T-shirt.
It was a time when 3 AM was no different
Than 6 AM.
It was a time when things were pink
And covered in kisses.
It was a time when words were spoken
Between eye, hand, and toe.
It was a time when sun stayed awake
A little longer.
It was a time when roses were nothing
And daisies meant everything.
It was the time of wine
And whiskey lip-smacking.

It was the time when the human gained on
the season for but a moment.