Not Here, Nor There

‘It
would be a nice day if . . .’

But
two fronts slam,

cold,
hot.

Wind
whipped 40 degrees, 20

blown
away.

‘All
packed . . .’

Can
we turn around?

I
forgot . . .

We’ll
get another

on
the way.

‘We’re
almost there . . .’­­

We
snacked, left late

so
are not.

Traffic
stuck in

a
delay.

‘Almost
done . . .’

Just
a minute,

supper’ll
be ready.

Now
it’s hard, rough,

raw
if rushed.

‘Guess
we’ll be going now . . .”

Seems
we guessed wrong.

We
hover, sip coffee, tea

anytime
now . . .

bored
and hushed.

‘Yes, I’m listening . . .’

Well,
not really,

but
I will be.

Need
time to write these words and

not
be pushed.