Facing the Fact

Waiting for the sun to set, I wish for something I haven’t got. At Vista Point over San Andreas Fault, the secret is insecurity. I wish for someone I haven’t met. Distance immovable, blue and mountainous, the change to fill that space is not immediate. I have given, in love, without expectation, and, in loss, without hope. A great emptiness is filled with bitterness. I have suffered for my innocence, and now I try to let it burn, and wait to see it set.

1 April 1979