discontented me

rumbling around in
my disturbed
psyche -
discontent
like the rich buttery
clam sauce
that drenched the
linguini
i finished not
two hours
ago
the richness
of a friends smile
the warmest of blue sky
nights
the topics we
could savor...
decadence
that my unsettled
soul cannot
digest
i watch
as if from outside
the room
puzzling over
what
could be
wrong
and what it is
that could possibly
stop me
from being present
in this
truly fabulous
moment.
wondering and
wishing
that there were some
way
i could
take in
the beauty
of
now.