remote

it’s all virtual
right?

screens are life
longing for touch
from her or from
anyone

it’s funny how a year works
calendars are lost just as
leaves bring autumn in and
frost arrives
leaves us in place.

the point is, I don’t have
a calendar
but I do have a screen and
I trace maps
with my eyelashes
and I still want.

someday, it will be different
someday we will all sit
under an arch
a mountain or
whatever we feel the
thirst for.