I know two women
two friends (I am glad to think of them as friends)
in two very different parts of the world,
who have made New Years Resolutions – 
not on new year’s eve or day
but in February
(blame the SweetTarts if you must) –
to fall in love, to be loved, to love.

It has been many years since I have been “in” love …
at least with another person.
I have fallen in love with Hawthorne Boulevard,
Paris, France, and the eclairs from a bakery in Chinon.
I have fallen in love with music and bands
and peacock earrings (they shipped today)
and rescuing animals and writing musicals
and loving my friends, my dear friends, these two friends
and all the new and the old friends and the things that they do.
There is so much love. So much love.
And so, I will also making a resolution for love,
a resolution for a new year made in February
(blame the cherry M&Ms if you must)
I will stand on my own balcony and I will say it to the moon and the lamplight:
I love you.
And I will have another M&M.
And I will think about the possibility of
having someone who will try to steal my blankets.