[oh… oh, wull hay… didn’t see you there…]
I am waiting for the circles under my eyes to fade back to flesh.
I am waiting for one of the blurry things to become clear… just one… any one.
I am waiting for answers to questions I haven’t asked.
I am waiting for my inside self to wake up, do something, create something.
I am not waiting at all.
I am confident there is no use waiting.
I am moving.
I am saying yes to so many things… too many things?
I am bending.
I am flexing.
I am not breaking.
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.
Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.
They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.