Apprehension

Is there a word for this, the sense
of feeling a loss
before it is taken away?
The smell of citrus blossoms,
the sight of cactus and mountains;
the things that are here now, but will soon
be left behind. Apprehension, foreboding, déjà vu,
loneliness in a crowd of people?
And then the knowing
that there will always
be this feeling,
no matter where, because there is
so much to love about the world
that it can’t all fit in one place.
If only it could.






It's a win-win/ lose-lose sort of situation, but I'll try to make the best of things. They don't have Bob Evans or Steak & Shake, Ohio doesn't have Jamba Juice or good, cheap fro-yo (that I know of?). Why can I only think of food examples?

Bridge

These tendons stretch to no avail-
my muscles were not made this long,
to push against the bonds
of distance and fail,
falter, try again
and fail. The aching in my very bones
to grow, like a dried sponge
put in water- to expand and fill
every empty nook and cranny until
there is no part of the world
that I cannot be; saying,
“There there, I’m here. Please,
have some tea and cookies and my love.”
But
I was born human, not a bridge-
these are the things
we must build and cross,
and I am still at a loss.






Maybe flowed better all in one piece, but oh well.

Just found this as a draft, to be honest. Kinda forgot it was there. This is back from October! Better late than never.