exhaustions fumes

after a long wait

expectations were high:
finally able to extend beyond imagination
to see, to hear, to feel

to heal

results were low:
surprisingly unable to connect and rise above
bickering, accusations, misunderstandings

and what's worst:
time ran out, there was no closure,
all ends were torn
-- and I'm exhausted

that's all I am

to anyone?

cheer-me-ups

in my mind:

the Italian melon gelato was delicious
the little white dog sniffing around was delightful
the photo-ops were abundant

I'm shaking today off my shoulders
by the memories of yesterday

so, you see friend,
I'm not all about whining

a wink & a smile

much rather

oh this is tedious
this is so boring
-- my work is utterly tiresome sometimes

I fidget inside

out of sight in the next room,
waiting for a call,
casually - but blatantly -
ignored in recognition

when I'd much rather be home
where everything is simple;
where I have
pure value,
based on existence alone
and I like
the lingering scent of skin on mine
and I have
freedom to express
what I feel inside

isn't it strange how
sitting still and quietly
can be so demanding sometimes?

returning home

here's something I wrote on July 3rd:


I’m returning home tomorrow
I’ll be endlessly thankful to see her but sadly,
my eyes can not show it

- - -

They said the spark is gone from my eyes
-- and no wonder

That’s because

I hid my heart in a cushioned box
wrapped the box in brown paper
sealed the wrapping with wax
laid the box in a trunk
took the trunk to the seaside
rowed to the horizon
lowered the trunk to the bottom
returned ashore
and walked home

later, if you stick with me,
I’ll take you to it
and together we’ll dive
to reclaim it from the sea

I promise not to swallow the key
in fact, here, you have the key

just stick with me