Poem to my dear friends
I will get home,
It will be 7:30pm in my time zone
I will be invested in that period of time
where I am finally able to digest
the last days of our mutual experience...
the whirl wind,
energy that forces us into a vortex
upon meeting/sharing
moments in a physical space
I can probably not call you
to tell you...I am home, as
in your time zone
you will be fast asleep
and perhaps, I was only a dream
But, i will think of you
as I sink into my personal
bed and space, for the first time
In weeks.
I will remember
the heat of these days, the
direct sunlight & cloud casting shadows
against soft rolling hills,
as various relationships matured,
I will remember our conversation,
moments of times past, the guardrail
separating the sidewalk
from us eating at the outdoor cafe
Then quickly, the nature of
our exact conversation...will settle
soften
and soon
I will be left with
the essence
of our relationship
