Right Now...

If I could feel anything
more than what I do
I'm certain my heart would stop.

Between miles and time zones
and so tired...
skipping flat, smooth stones
across something far to far
for them to reach

Beaches and Queens,
countries and Provinces
I'll look for all the sand glass
and mold a palace

trip wires and seagulls,
philosophy and debate
from the green
into the blue.

You have your colors and, I
my numbers
we have our letters
as tools of trade.

Exhausted.




.

you Adam.