"arriving again and again without noticing"

i remember all the different kinds of years.
angry, or brokenhearted, or afraid.
i remember feeling like that
walking up the mountain along the dirt path
to my broken house on the island.
and long years of waiting in massachusetts.
the winter walking and hot summer walking,
i finally fell in love with all of it:
dirt, night, rock, and far views.
it's strange now that my heart is as full
now as my desire was then.

— linda gregg