not alone, but lonely

[for jeff, for me, for all of us]

not alone, but god - so, so lonely.

someone asks me, 'where are you now?'
and i tell him of my travels -

i have soared with an albatross across icy seas, i have looked a lioness in the eye and not faltered, i have climbed great peaks and rolled down infinite sand dunes, skimmed the bottom of the ocean and seen stars in many eyes. i have sipped wine with angels beneath spring leaves and burnt in the flames of unrequited love.

i have travelled more than most people would care,
and yet,
yes,

in the end,
i am still here,
in this same room,
beneath this same light.

i tell him, it's not so much about where i am right now, but more about the ache that i feel in my heels,

the reminder of all my experience.

i try not to mind all this travelling.

one day we all find our goddess beneath the olive tree.
our time will come.