For three days my longing

For three days my longing by Astrid Tholens 1999

For three days my longing
has been to be with you
And yet each day has brought
new demons in my way

The demons of lawnmowers and chattering birds-songs

of brewing Kombucha with tantalizing herbs

of making corn bread & burgers with chili and curds

of computers needing servicing, starting a new connection

of emails and out-mails to friends and acquaintance

Of grand-children's births and the laughter of children

of those who have died, and the memory that lingers

of my three daughter's chatter and holiday's festivities

of sleepless nights, mini-seizures and pain

But soon, my heart, soon, we will meet once again
to feel the crispness of pure fresh mountain air
the warmth of the sun on mountain ice
only one hour to go, and I'll be home inside

To hold you in this breath,
to take you in

to savor that simple joy

of 'I am, I am'.