I live inside my head too much
this damned imagination
So many voices in my ear
say she's just not on station
We write the script and make the plan
but is the page the same
When she's not where and when she said
do miscues bear the blame
Before this technologic age
when time was less precise
And schedules were not meted out
as fifteen minute slices
I wasn't quite so insecure
with where I stood with her
Our lives once meshed together more
than seems now to occur
We're now so wrapped in reaching out
the ways we keep in touch
Facebook is the newest one
but she's not on it much
She and I have each a cell phone
land line also for the house
When our well worn rut is broken
one of us begins to grouse
When she's not where I can call her
dreadful movie starts to spin
Anxious ramping ramping skyward
causing heart to race within
All these years it still hits me this
nameless fear when order breaks
Fore brain says that change is easy
Back brain really ups the stakes.
All the angst that you are reading
happens deep within the skin
When my dreadful visions prove wrong
outside won't show inner spin
When back channel contact breaks down
the kid in me just wants to scream
But I'm training, investigating
Higher self knows we're a team
60 years you'd think I know now
rein my thoughts, look for the best
Maybe lessons learning this time
will help me now to pass the test
Richard Higley © June 2011
