Will I ever fall for the right person? In the right amount of time? At the right time and circumstances (in both our lives)? For the right reasons? With the right mix of perception and imagination? Without attending to their impressions of me the way a first-time gardener attends to weeds? With patience-felt commensurate with patience-presented, commensurate with a healthy degree of actual patience? With getting hooked to similar degrees at similar stages? With lots and lots of psychic space for both of us? With appropriate quantities of communication, both desiring and happening? Without fumbling and neglecting other tasks? Without saying dumb things? With thinking fewer than a million dumb things? Within a hundred mile of each other? Or how about ten? Or how about a thousand? With the correct duration of phone calls, and both of us satisfied with that duration? Without saying inappropriate or hurtful or confusing things? Without fear of getting hurt or hurting? Without avoiding hurt in dumb, contracted, cowardly ways?
Doesn't look like it.
Maybe I can muster more kindness than worry. More listening than guessing. More silly and less caution. More childlike and less childish. More giving and less wishing. More now and less forever. More trying and fewer tries. More her and less me.
Yes I can do that.
