My thoughts fly to be with you
I yearn, I fret
Don’t want to miss the chance
But cannot take it yet
And so constricted, wait
Impatience gnawing inside
Anxiety building – will I want
To stand up proud, or hide?
What will it be like, to be faced
With such undeniable reality
The physical then included in the ken
Of someone who means so much to me?
To be face to face; eye to eye
To reach out our hands and lo, be skin to skin
Will it shatter expectations? Overwhelm?
Or unify? How will I take it in?
Nonetheless until that day or days arise
These oceans keep us steadfastly apart
Meantime with our eyes upon the prize
We’ll stay hardwired: heart to heart.
Today’s prompt was ‘hunger + another emotion’. There were some obvious ways to take that, but I didn’t like to; instead I thought about where my mind goes when I daydream, and it ends up in ‘Murica, meeting (for the first time, mostly) some of the very good friends I’ve made in this here Blogosphere. The trip is planned for next year, but there will be ups and downs until then, and a year full of nerves to get good and anxious about doing it For Real, and standing face to face with people I know largely by their heart and character.