Tuesday, November 15, 2022

Balance Exercise

When I'm in the other room 
I am not real to her.

I don't live in her attention
So from her field have been removed

Only to return
With an offer of coffee

Fully materialized, 
While the real I 

Pauses briefly from chasing clouds 
In a balloon
To ponder on whether she'd need
Some love. 

So I sense in this way who I am,
In absentia.