Grass on the Other Side
Saturday, June 03, 2006I am wishing I were back.
I am back,
I'm wishing I were away again.
I'm at home,
I'm wishing for a sandy beach.
I am on that beach,
I'm wishing I were home again.
I am in the grass,
I'm wishing for the greener spot.
I am in the greenest patch,
I'm wishing I were back again.
I am satisifed,
I am yearning now.
I am content,
I am restless again.
I'm waiting for this feeling to end.
It always does.
I stopped reading Elizabeth Gibert's book, for the time being. Wrong book for this mood. And I am now reading (well, almost finished) "A Long Way Down" by Nick Hornby. It's a genius book..so funny and the characters are great.
8:54 PM
I know the feeling of this poem. Reaching for content but always seeming to want something else. I need to get into a book too. I hope all is well. Thanks for checking on me. How is work and the kids? Talk to you later.