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The Focus Point
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Kiss of Honey It is a cloudy, cold day and nature seems moody.
We are hardly this far apart, few times but not often enough.
I am sitting in a public building back home, staring out the dirty window.
Looking north to Canada, mind drifts but the solid point is you.
I try to write, focus my mind but all it keeps gathering is memories of us, and you.
The anchor to my drifting boat, I wonder what you are up to.
I would usually be at home, not a hundred miles away with a numb mind.
Am I only alive when we are together? Just a minimal functioning shell when we are apart?
Or is the lack of sleep and no coffee dragging me? The dizzy bus ride to get out here?
I came here for something and found a closed door. With you, doors and windows are open.
I am glad within me is sunshine, bright and cheerful instead of dreadful and wet winter day.
How often do we get apart far enough to reflect what we have been blessed with?
