loneliness

Have not seen Jim for 63 days. Phone calls have been painful for both of us so not doing that anymore.

Meanwhile, there’s this

At Sea

sometimes 

I fear to read

... poetry ...

I could be overcome, 

set adrift

lose my breath

on the open sea

on tears and fears

nothing beneath me

but drifts and depths

of words

hoping to be cast back

to shore

word-soaked

but safe enough

for now.