In this quiet room
the space between atoms speaks
softly to my soul.
Lonely? Need a friend?
Companion ~ soulmate ~ true love?
Shelter dog awaits...
Thankful for small things
Sweet song on car radio
Sunshiney March drive
I feel the empty
eight hours without my right arm
My seed lies in wait
My mental movies distract me from my work.
All the dramas seem to be about me.
I write them out and share them with a faceless "you"
and wonder who would be interested in my interior landscape.
It's of major interest to me of course...
but can you see yourself
in these lines?
Do we connect at all
or am I as isolated as I feel
here in my quiet office
with my work heaped up all around me?