coming to the page on a saturday...

i doubt you want to follow my stream {of consciousness}
today
as it eddys over now-familiar-once-foreign
sad and lonely terrain...
i should be sun-baked happy,
i should be ...

instead i am disheartened
and wondering...
puzzled and sullen...
worried
quiet
still.

waiting for the tide to come in
and sweep it all away...
waiting for time to pass,
waiting for a new day.