Sure of You
All I ever wanted was to be able to say: I am sure of you.
When a day begins to end; when bright clarity gives way to murky dusk; when the vivid of night exhausts; when a sunrise demands its due. If sight fails, if hearing falters, if touch goes dull. Here by the sea; there by the mountains. Upon the demanding desert; in the lush canyon. Waking beside, walking beside. Geography or situation intruding, or free and clear togetherness. Sex. Drugs. Drink. Illness. Physical. Mental. Emotional. Confessional. Wherewithal, have-it-all.
"I am sure of you" is attainment.
Sure of Me. I wanted them all to know that: Sure of Me, now let me be Sure of You.
Today was a difficult day for me. I don't have many of those, I'm not complaining. Sometimes the Present has a nasty way of showing you that you shouldn't have been so Sure there, back in that Past. Makes you want to put safety-orange traffic cones around the Future, so that you remember it when that future-present snitches on a future-past. Habit and Certainty ride side by side in me, keep me driven, keep me focused, keep the breeze of happy in my face. Today they were at odds.
Tucson awaits again, so soon but not soon enough to save me from today. But I am sure of him. More, I am sure of us. Habit and Certainty await me in Tucson.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." — A.A. Milne
And there's no mystical design,
No cosmic lover preassigned.
There's nothing you can find
that can not be found.
'Cause with all the changes
you've been through
It seems the stranger's always you.
Alone again in some new
Wicked little town.
So when you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town. — Stephen Trask