I am eager for the time to pass, but not to waste it
knowing I will see you is like knowing dawn will approach as the pot will boil but
not if watching it too closely.

In this way, the day unfolds for me
peacefully - productively even -

the dishes are five minutes closer.

the laundry travels me a good 30 minutes

and lunch, if doing it right, can consume
a whole pleasurable hour.

I go on my slow walk, to get the same groceries, always, buying things with angel numbers; today it was arugula & a surprising hunk of goat feta. I bought less cheese than I assume I usually need because it was 3.33 - the same as the arugula. I ponder everything I can see in a moment & how certain things now stand out to me. This takes another hour or so, usually 2 if I am relishing it.

I have become adept at noticing
at listening.
All of this while waiting to see you.
But it is not really waiting either. I’m not abusing this time.

I watch my day as one might watch a ship. I get good ideas and write them down. I let people into my lane during traffic because the only time I care about today is 7PM. My today started yesterday with pincurls because I love the way your hands feel in my hair.

I bought an orange wine, hopeful in my choice.
I call my grandmother,
sign up for the library card,
take photos of myself,
sharing something I’ve been making for a long time.

I track time by how long I’ve been wanting something; a second coffee - and then the cut off for a second coffee.
I realize I have lost a ring but don’t panic because it wasn’t too precious and I make up a day dream about who will find it - will they love it? keep it?
Then a poem seems to move through me
or a thought that requires me to sit right down & take my eggs off the burner.

Soon I realize there is only an hour left. I must eat this salad, I must make the bed, I must pack a bag, I must consider the best way to let you know I love you - I wonder if the bakery is still open; if it has that lemon dessert.

I drink a glass of water, I realize I haven’t taken my jacket off and remind myself to take out the compost on my way to your arms & really waiting to see you turned out to be such a lovely day.

(tomorrow I find the ring I thought was gone but really had just misplaced a piece of soon to be yesterday as a keepsake.)