It's late

No picture tonight but I'm going to Mikes' Camera tomorrow to look for that little camera that will fit in my purse or pocket for when I see dead pigeons and other interesting objects.

It’s late

I’m glad it’s 11:30 p.m.
and I’m too tired to fully process
any feelings, simply going up and
down the stairs looking for
the accoutrements for camping
in the Namibian desert in June.
Leaving behind a sleeping bag
and pad, gators and Moleskin
at the door, a few lengthy hugs
and a Swiss good-bye, I watch
the porch light go out and I
know she is walking upstairs
to put my things into her suitcase.
I go home, and I’m too tired to fully
process the fact that I won’t see her
for another three and a half months,
how much I’ll miss her as she sleeps
under the African stars.