POEM - Meeting:Unmet

Hello to another rainy day on the road watching the lights rise and fall

Stuck inside unsure if the sound is thunder rumbling or chairs falling

In this situation it seems like it would matter little if I am sequestered

But I see enough evidence of the weather to know it is happening

That the air is moving and the clouds are moving and everything is moving

I am not moving in this hard plastic chair designed for a thinner version of me

Designed for someone with slender thighs and unrealistic skills of adaptation

There is a level of torture involved herein that suggest someone is angry

I have failed to accomplish some task or chore and am therefore reprimanded

It seems an awful vengeful sort of activity that we willingly engage in

To sit for long hours not aware of the passage of time or existence of the world

Time is stopped and slowed and made to stand still until unaware it runs out

What I think about is home and the activities many miles away that I miss

My wife having a bad day that I can’t fix or soothe or relieve from here

I am victimized by the geography that fills the chasm between

Where I should be and where I am it falls away and becomes abysmal

But the drama I relate is only perception based on circumstance

I slept poorly as I always do when I travel away from my fuller bed

I am not a part of the current discussion though I need to be here

I am living a reality that parallels but avoids that of those around me

Where there are ideas floating in front of my eyes that I swat at and swipe

But for others it is the gnat that has been visiting for the last two days

The one that they can’t catch or even get close to because it is not theirs

It is not flying in their reality and is not a gnat nor insect of any kind they know

I have caught the idea and smashed it on to the page jittering and squirming

Then I will stand and stretch and grab another cookie left magically in the room

And pace back and forth as if I need to stretch my legs and wake up my head

But it is the dream of a dog chasing rabbits in a field it has never been to

My ideas from places I have never been but heard and wanted and wondered

And I will chase it more and stretch and grab and swat whenever I can

Surreptitiously in the mock form of a business man taking attentive notes