Like warm air rising, cooling, falling. We pass one another.
Almost to the point of naivete it seems, just constant movement
without care or premeditation. Our moment will come again.
I wish there was something more to be done, some semblance of control
to exert over this waiting and wanting. Ne’er a need, but perhaps a little distress
contained within smile ridden, cordial exchanges.
Given without, accepted within. Just sitting back, watching as day turns to dusk,
turns to night, becomes sleep. Then awakening afresh to start a routine which holds
very little, if no, satisfaction. How the moments drag in between those connections,
friends, family….. You.
Here comes the updraft once again.
Steve B 11/10