the weight of distance

a host of scheduling conflicts... an unexpected financial hiccup... the rumbling of forgotten fears, surfacing anew... the quaking of old feet in new shoes... my eyes on the water, the ripples nauseate... i'm looking for you, everywhere in there... stressing that i might miss you, having to wait longer... the hating of waiting... an evening of sheer beauty, the summer night reminding me... i feel stronger feeding off the navy sky... i'm jumbling words, thoughtforms onto paper... keys click, hoping to find the country life... and doodling my days away... i'm so overdue... the letters, the words, the calls that are late or expired... the lethargy of late letters... stretching out the embers of summer... escaping a fortress of solitude... back to the calendar, the ripples turn to waves.