inter alia

waves of distance
          and distant waves

we waive the necessity
          of presence

and absence weaving
          warp and weft and weep

what we miss most
          are wishes

the way we while away the time
          waiting, wondering

whether the waiting
          is wasted on the waves

splash and hiss
          the mist on the windows

there are waves
          and then there are waves

the weather leaves traces,
          whispers about leaving

we waste ourselves
          on walls and wishes          

what will wash away
          and what remains

there are windows
          and there are windows

which one is which.