from this vantage point of being back home east,
i cannot see
you face to face, like was once
at least obligatory.
once a day, once a week,
heart to heart, cheek to cheek.
it’s cold here, i mean, less than 50 degrees.
maybe the loneliness, the inertia shortening
the lengths of our conversations–
everything seems to point to endings.
i’m done with school, done with studying.
i’m free? i guess
i own my time and money, and i can
spend it however i please.
should i get into dancing? learn to use a sewing machine?
should i spill my guts on this here wordpress post? but,
there’s only so much daylight at this latitude,
and only so much effort i’m used to using.
is it worth it?
where’s this heading?
where’s “we” heading?
is this now the start of permanent ending?
in whispy gardens of light
glowing azure in the sky,
what have you planted, Gardener?
bean sprouts, bell peppers,
bushels of amaranth?
amarylis, bluemink, chrysanthemum…
i’m left to see, to see this new chapter through.
twoamjam 