Distance

Distance

I arose today wondering about you…

And when I get this feeling

I am alive to know

I do not know you….

I have never met you, either as a seventeen year old or a seventy year old.

Where are you?

I arose today thinking of you,

Thinking of all the things about you…

Thinking of your broken bones, Your throes,

Your tides of gladness, your

Fits of sadness that make me sad; and I do not know you.

When will you be revealed to me:

On a dark winter’s night,

On a bed, with only roses growing;  in the country; by a house; on a roadside?

I arose today wondering about you….