suspended
on hold
caught in a kind of jello
in a place I truly want to be
near Chimney Rock with the old crew,
it’s not the place from which I’m banned
but the time I have here
a mere fortnight
to roam the paths of my old haunt
though my eyes are going
i see easily through the ruse,
its ok
Penelope will be here this weekend
carrying her basket
of endless surprises
wanting to tell everything
but not speaking
wanting to hear everything
but not listening

through a gap in the trees
the night lights of a houseboat
appear to ease off 
passing from the past
into the future