Rolling Through Intersections

Plans

We warm again, another day…
Arriving.
What’s lacking this morning, I don’t know.
Bored, again?

We could make plans to trip together…
Bother?
When you’re out, I stand on precipices alone,
Staring.

Life was gift-wrapped packages of bursting energy
Lost to the sun,
I suppose.
Where do those dreams really go?

Was childhood a guided tour to lose us
In forests
Where it’s kind of nice, dreamy, or haunted,
I’d guess.

But, I can’t linger long in those places…
No patience.
True storybooks would require academia…
Not fairytale.

I might be an exhibit of the harm…
Lack charm
If not sheltered but taught right.
Care?

We could plan a trip somewhere —
No time.
We’re working and earning for something…
Freedom?

I’ll have food warm when you get here.
Wine?
Maybe, candlelight and a simple poem…
I love you.


7.22.25