Now

I am close to the
redwood forest, but then
to the gulfstream waters rolling up along the
coast of Maine. I was in a cabin sitting on a
low stool not too far from the fire, waiting, as I
am now, for sleep. Then, strong arms would lift me into bed. I want
those arms now. Instead, I will fall on my side and
that will let me know it is time
to pull my legs up.