It has been many more nights than that
are you back in the philippines watching
the sunset with the dog at your feet
and the woman you love coming in from
the garden. or are you back in the world
of academia where so few know you within
but all grasp in the little you let
out to better their grade and ever
important standing: how many nights
has it been? are you well? do you
sleep too much? or not enough? what
of us - is our bridge closer? will
time make it so we
can have our lemonade before we're forced
to return across space that lessens but
grows deeper as we grow older, so old
the wind has changed
we all have since
archived as we are
