Bye

Am in the fancy Starbucks with the cushy seats - and still no butter or cream cheese for croissants.  High end minimalism at its worst. On the couch across from me sits a couple - he’s on his phone and she's rubbing her head and shoulder on his - smelling his smell, taking him in and it makes me wonder if I’m in the mood for any of that - or if I ever will be again for any sustained period of time.

Do I want someone home once in a while when I get home ? Do I want to make dinner for someone sometimes - all at this Alice in Wonderland late late for a very important date moment in time now. Is this sun and traffic streaming quietly outside, accordingly - enough?  

Sure. Yes .  Maybe for a meal, for an after party horizontal pillow talk. A ski weekend or its equivalent. Jazz after midnight - tipsy, close to our bed, snow. 

But ALL THE TIME? DAY AFTER DAY?  Not sure if I want to see where that would go, what that tastes and feels like. Not sure bout that coming round the bend again before the bye. Think I would rather hold close health and occasional surprise. 

I wonder about this kind of thing right now, try to tune into it  today under this blue sky and music and more whirling wonder inside and outside my head.  

Just writin’