a pensive day, today, filled not so full of people.
work to be done, things to be thought about.
i slept, napped, a few hours here
  the feel of my own hands on my body
    disjoint.  whose hands, whose body
      i've never felt before
        my arms make poorer pillows
          than yours.
i awoke powerless
  somehow the lights had failed
    an outlet shirking duty.
  i ran orange cord across the room
    to read my email.

i still have not wilged.
  not listened to my friend
    tell of her dating woes
      find out what sadness
        her dearest friend has given her
  maybe i'll utter some platitudes
    offer fragile reassurances
      so goes the thin thread of friendship

(in my mind rockets sail forth
  towards the twin star burning of
    us.  impatience.)

grant me a few more minute hand semi arcs
  let me set right my responsibilities,
    i pray.
at the universal speed limit
  planets fall by
    and i race toward you.
                     -- CSA, 10-Nov-1998, 10:16pm.