poem I wrote after writing the header to the last post

Stuckness


saltyslug shapes
melted together
in the shape of a
wall
that is almost
translucent

it takes energy
to move through

and I know
that you aren’t
there
waiting
but I don’t
expect that

there is
cleaning
to do

there is a lot I can
do on my own
to become
worthy
of your
company

it has been so long

I am sorry
but yes

I am
working
on it