the haze

we talked.
short.
quick.
awkward.
strained.
weird.
but we talked.
and we set up a time for a longer talk.

it's not often i really think about the fact that
the person i am talking to is here and doesn't have
to be. i guess if we thought like that all the time,
we'd exhaust ourselves.....

but perhaps we should think of it more than we do.
or at least i should.
because it sure makes everything more precious.

even the strained and awkward is a gift.....

sometimes it's so obvious to me that if i just shifted
how i thought, i could see it all as a gift.
and then i turn and wander back into the haze and
forget.....

this morning for a few moments, the haze lifted,
and i knew it.