saturday sunshine.

the freesail sailboat ship of friends--restores. we are three here, two girls and a dog. but this saturday morning, i am the only one awake, rewrestling with thoughts and remembering friends elsewhere. i miss. miss few, but very badly. this america's too big, and distance inevitable with so many fair choices. yet, i am grateful for every heart. and every heart that sends a note to say, i miss you. simple and true. i do not know where i belong yet in this america, or if it is elsewhere. can't shake a feeling of chronic displacement, exile. i need my own star or planet. a new neverland where all those missed can join me in the shade of great grandfather trees, and toe dip, dangle in mermaid-ruled waters.  

and i can see the sun rising on another lovely day. stovetop coffee calls and i will answer. will always answer you, though i fear my voice will not always be loud enough, and legs not long enough to walk the miles and miles to see. see you.