Out of my mind
Anxious
As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone
Every fibre of my being wants not to be
Here
Now
But I am.
This is why I write
This is where I write
I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme
Bored.

Take me someplace where the air
feels always like the leading edge
of autumn, crisp, stirring emotions,
provoking restlessness.  
Permeate my lungs with longing
and my feet with an ache to go-
destination inconsequential;
secondary to movement and flow.
Take me to a time when my spirit bubbles
over like champagne frothing; leaves me
naked and glad.  We’ll leave
a trail of inhibitions, tossed in crumpled
piles, behind us along the way.
Every breath will whisper
that I am exquisitely,
undeniably
alive.

Take me there
It’s been a long time.