Wading In the Water

Walking in solitude, I was longing
And there you appeared, a message in a bottle
Floating towards the shoreline
I'd spotted you from 10 feet out
Amongst the floating pollution
Now I've gotten to read your messages
I'm reading your words out your notebook now
The one that you rarely show anyone because
Well, they would just judge
You're always going on about how they annoy you
But the pages I'm writing on you can make you smile

Broad and confident, lobe to lobe even,
The gift of the word, the gift of instruction,
Is precisely why we write each other letters at all,
And I love receiving yours

You envelop my frame until I'm so close
The glitter I can't wipe off your skin
Sometimes we are too busy
Trudging through the sand dunes of despair
To recognize the reflection of the light
Between two crests in the sea,
Through the tide,
I found you

Static on the Radio

I haven't talked to you all day.

Isn't this what the 21st century is FOR?

Questions I think about asking you all day

1) how is your day

2)

I have a wide gaze

There is static on the radio