I can see movement, but not direction.
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

As seconds dump into the bucket of minutes,
And empty into the basin of hours.
My eyes fade in anticipation of communication from you.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing feels right.
From a distance, I can see you stand.
But the image in my eye is as blurry as the memory in my mind.
I can see movement,
But not direction.
Do you presently walk to me,
or away from me.
I have two choices — wait till the fog clears and the clarity reveals every outline on your face,
Or I can rush toward you, and allow the illumination in my heart guide me to where you are.
I am not sure what sound it is that I hear — perhaps it’s just the wind whistling in its playfulness, or your voice calling out to me.
A and 1.