the chemistry of awareness

when i arrive home
worked out

i open the electric letterbox and
 - amaze! - a missive from
Helsinki
the soft vowels broken
into particles that reach me
draped in a blanket
 nursing tea

i have long arms but
maybe if they were a bit longer
i could reach out
and touch the origin
of such breathy vocalics
it all seems so close
 these days

our lives only intersect
in la-la-land
where the flip flops beep
and thoughts run deep
but the cool light of distant day
is burned away
 in an evening pillow