“Away”

I say of the holy people who are in the land,
They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.
Psalm 16:3 NIV

I mourn,
forlorn,
unfocused stares
into beige shag carpet
and the double-strip hash-stitch
of my rusted red armchair.

I miss,
bliss,
unfettered grins
unto unfeigned exchanges
beloved rehashings of rare chances
and near-misses.

I mind,
behind,
unspoken wishes resound, Lord
awakening my inner eye with hope
refreshing me in the mourning time
before I’m home.