Speaking Distance
(Talking To Myself)
You spend most of your life
moving things around
The chair in the morning
is placed out of the sun
in the afternoon
A pile of books
follows you from room to room
A special stone from the Palisades
placed in the suitcase
to fly with you
to Temple Terrace
You pick up Penelope’s note,
her farewell,
among other things
it says
we are always
within
speaking distance
You tell yourself
to move it
to your wallet
so you can exam it
more carefully
on the plane
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Very interesting and engaging poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for putting MY thoughts out there, too!
Sometimes I might meet myself “coming and going” but often, it is with stuff in my hands as I move it here to yon, lol.
So relatable and thought provoking