Miss

I miss the stars.
I miss the smell of grass - the certain air of mountains.
I am certain that decency is relative.
I am in the wrong time zone.
I am weary of those who assume that children are novelty, not citizen.
I have no assumption that those who know how to type shall be secretaries and those that don't shall be CFO.
The world is tipsy on it's axis.
I am an outsider. I pump my own gas, hate dirt under my nails, would rather eat fish that peanut and butter and I'm near the ocean!
The 75 year old, mother of three, no retirement fund, no resources. She is scared and greedy. Most of all, she is in need and so afraid. Afraid of life without her husband, afraid of life without her kids, and she is afraid of being alone in this awful world.
He shows no desire to be included. He has no interest in the here and now. The tape player is a novelty. The DVD is incomprehensible. He still carrries his "wireless" am radio to the beach, his children and grandchild in tow. His eldest with a wireless playstation and his youngest with a cellphone in her hand.

They can not understand the languages - they all have different codes.

Biking, emailing, signing, talking, laughing, all beyond his hearing.

How do you live on this small island of a world?

So close, with internet,
and so far away in life.