The days are too short.
Too full of angry voices
or cold disappointment. The best
hours wasted to computers,
phones, mail merges. They slip by,
barely noticed or painstakingly counted
until 4:30 and quitting time.
Today, I will lengthen the day.
Draw a warm bath and sink into it.
There, with eyes closed, I will meet you.
Only known through half-remembered dreams
and second-hand accounts. We've arranged
to introduce ourselves at the edge of the lake.
Together we'll walk in the autumn sunshine
and talk about Wild Geese and why Franny
won't get up from the sofa. Or maybe we can just share
those few thoughts that may have passed unconsciously
between us while one was rising, and the other just falling
asleep.
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