“In Stars Hollow, All Is Well” by Diane Elayne Dees
Updated: Jun 13
I have no idea why I waited twenty years
to watch Gilmore Girls, I only know
that now, locked down by a virus,
and locked in by my own life changes,
it is saving me. In the one small room
in my psyche that remains uncluttered
by memories, regrets and contingencies,
I am in Luke’s Diner, drinking coffee,
eating pancakes, and trying to catch
Luke’s eye. I am inside the gazebo,
waving at eccentric people who love me.
I am a guest at the Dragonfly Inn,
bantering with Michel. I am fast-talking
with Lorelai and Rory, living a dream—
a dream of words as arrows,
words as meteor showers, words as drugs.
I can shed a tear about something I know
will turn out all right—a kind of crying
that is so distant in my memory.
Most of all, I can laugh and I can marvel,
while inside me and outside me,
so much has been crushed by despair,
destroyed by neglect, warped by trauma.
That is our life, but for a little while,
I can go to Stars Hollow, where all is well.