William Michaelian: Love Letter to the Universe

I was going to write this letter a century ago,
but I wasn’t born yet, so I didn’t. I had to wait instead.

Finally, when my impatience got the best of me,
I was born, only to realize I was approximately
one million letters behind.

I’ve been writing letters ever since,
just to clear a path to this one.

Picture me blowing on some dandelion fluff:
that’s the moment I’m trying to describe.

Now it’s night; the dandelions have eyes.

July 21, 2007