Nothing like being early, and the Boardwalk was conducive to thinking about love, so here’s to St. Valentine.

My Valentine

Time, you silly thing, I can’t see you, can’t hear you, can barely define you.

Yet, I sure can feel you and I know you’re around. I often think in terms of you, short periods, longer ones and even whole, whole years of you.

You allow me breath and a road to travel on.

So Time, will you be my Valentine?

Helen Rivas-Rose

SMA February 2012