Monday, January 26, 2004

morgan is airborne by now
flying toward the world's southern tip
we played for a day and a night and ignored the saying goodbye business
celebrated each other's company until she was driving down G eorge street and I was standing on the sidewalk
walking back toward
quickly I threw myself into little tasks to give myself a little space and time and distraction
for the enormous absence of 80some days
without morgan by sight by sound by touch by smell by anything but one letter back and forth
from wilderness

this will, no doubt, be three months like no other.
one for the books