I can't shake it...
Here with me is...
a feeling of tension.

I am okay...
I am going forward in time.

Yet I am restless
going forward in time...

Passing through cultures and societies,
accomplishing things:
doing laundry,
vacuuming,
or cleaning the closet...
all satisfying.

I washed dishes
and prepared burritos for lunches next week.
I have accomplished this.

But I need more.

    ~ August 3, 1991 in the Calumet