...george, notwithstanding the existential lament of what if's at the end, the physical-ity of the moment was just dynamite in it's description, i was nearly there on the porch w/ you...and by the way, call!!!!!!!!

This has a really fine flow to it - the sun making its rounds and being replaced by the shadows was great. (oh, by the way, call her, you fool!!!!) ;)

So still the surface of waters churning just below. Very vivid, George, and lovely.

I too think it is perfect the way the sun gives way to shadows and the day gives way to night, the way your assurance gives way to doubt...but you know when in doubt...punt or as others have said call, you got nothing to lose. smh

George, you persistently impress with your style. it seems laid back and soothing and yet it quickens the soul senses to alarming rates.

I'm with you George..just lack the phone number...we'll see about the will when the number is folded in my hand...great poem

Ahhh the heart of a poet, beautifully expressed George. Somewhere there is a woman wondering why he hasn't called...

very well put- sort of stream of consciousness, but then constructed so distinctly