Christmas 1999:

standing on the pier
I watch the light freeze
on the tips of waves
as the cold strokes the California warmth;
a strange mixture
I'd never felt before here.
 
My parents, visiting
from Pennsylvania,
have brought gifts--a Winnie the Pooh book and a stuffed bear--
for the child I once was;
and for the woman I now am
they have only one question:
When are you coming home?
 
Christmas 1996:
 
I grew tired of the eastern cold
keeping me inside,
so I packed up my life
and headed out west;
in the sun I meditated on the beach,
got tattoos, a graduate degree
and a teaching job, here.
 
Christmas 1999 (reprise):
 
I feel the cool breeze
encircling the warmth
as the sun rises over the ocean;
when my parents call to me
from a bench some distance away,
I wave to them but stay here.

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