Week 2.36: Separation Anxiety is a tribute to my own stupidity, my desire for connection and the general sense that some things just belong together.First off, I broke New Girl. Again. And she's been in the shop for nearly 2 weeks. Which is totally awful because I had to shoot my last wedding with equipment that wasn't mine and wasn't entirely familiar. Undercurrent of stress. I'm missing her rather desperately and clinging to the promise of the shop that she will be returned to me sooner than later...especially since I have another wedding scheduled this Friday!!!
Second off, my dad is leaving the country for work (again). He'll be gone till July basically. And one of my best friends is leaving the state for more than a month (to go visit family on the East Coast). And I'm having withdrawal from my Maple (who was here for 6 weeks and delighted me with a weekly coffee date that I got used to waay too quickly). And I have a friend in Denver whom I would love to squeeze the everlastin' daylights out of with a massive hug...but 450 miles and just plain life stand in the way. Then there's this other friend that I don't get to see often enough and it's just the way it is for now, but sometimes a few days seems like forever. Don't mention weeks (or heaven forbid) months. It's just so chaotic and then mundane all at the same time.
Anyway, Separation Anxiety has been piling up thicker and with greater intensity for me. So, you know what that means...I feel a poem coming on. It's dedicated to all the people who sit beside me and love me...even if you don't get to physically sit beside me every day.
Front Porch
Front porch is what you believe in
Respond to
When you find the time
Seat bench is what you settle onto
Relax in
When you watch the sun
Beam cast a final glance across the
Glow on
Riestra red above
Blade green grass and summer dapple
With shoulder next to
One loved so much breath rhythm goes on
Cue so
Subtle that others
Miss spark undeniably entwined
When you sit beside
Front porch is what you believe in
Respond to
When you find the time
Seat bench is what you settle onto
Relax in
When you watch the sun
Beam cast a final glance across the
Glow on
Riestra red above
Blade green grass and summer dapple
With shoulder next to
One loved so much breath rhythm goes on
Cue so
Subtle that others
Miss spark undeniably entwined
When you sit beside
© Sarah Doty 2010
1 comment:
I read another one, can you believe it?
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