The sun shines softly in my apartment
As I stand here idly in my kitchen
Anticipating your starry letter
Wondering if my flower scented words
Have reached you and what your thoughts are of them.
My heart feels a flutter of excitement
Like you are writing from a place abroad;
Though, in truth, we stand on similar ground
Linked by art, culture, internet, and words.
I hate the internet but it made this
Connection that I have baited and hooked
With hopes of give-and-take through our shared gifts.
So I sit here with my pen feeling odd
Writing letters from a place that feels abroad.
- CDSJ
