Time and SPACE
To feel beautiful
BLOND and thin
Ready for anything
Still ROUGH around the edges
Behaving as if there is nary a WORRY
Oh, the follies of life before FORTY

Georg’ann

Tonight I rest in your SPACE,
while you work in mine. Trading.
Your children tucked in, sleeping
already. Your dog breathing heavy.
He also sleeps, against my leg.

I BLINK back tears knowing
our proximity is soon to shift.
It will be ROUGH when the distance
between us will require more than our feet.

No more will I see your silhouette
coming over the Howe street crest
as I move uphill toward you
for our WORDY walks at dawn.
Sixty minutes might now become FORTY,
on account of travel.

My shirt is the same color sage
as your living room walls. My feet rest
on a chair that once belonged to me.
So it is with friends, lives interwoven
with myriad threads.
The weaving continues tonight.

Heather