the slowing frenzy of life, of companionship

this urbanite was in the mountains with wildlife but now i am back for just a moment. written from the prompt frenzy. enjoy and thanks for stopping by as always!

The frenzy was gone. The movement rapid slowed to a pace that keeps the clock ticking more slowly. As I sit across from myself. I sit next to groups of twos and observe. Observe while write. Observe while read. The slow frenzy allows it to slow down in pace so much that I can watch. And learn. To my left sits an unusual couple of a man with a turned up hat and scruffy beard who raises his voice upon talking of work across from him a short hair and stripe shirt vertical tucked into a khaki skirt, hair bobbed to match female. Unusual pairing and then the eating. And being done. How are you? How are you? To each other. Let's walk. She says. Let's go home. He says. What do you want me to get in shape? On the sunniest day we have had in days, weeks, months. And as he reaches down for her leg the calm frenzy of companionship. And as he pays and she corrects his tip they walk together out separating in tables and coming together again to meet at the corner and hold hands across the street for the walk, the walk home.

To my right. A couple of friends. Talking about the frenzy of relationships. Failed. Many. Failed. Ones. It being over. And done. Again. I didn't touch him. I didn't want to touch him when we were together. Where did he sleep? You only have one bed. I just need to move on says the wavy reddish haired woman in a vintage piece picked up in the mission. Maybe I'll move to New Orleans. I need to move someone new. Somewhere hot. Her companion tight skin jeans paint her body skinny. I know I get it. I moved to LA. The slowing down from the frenzy makes us ask what is next. And what is next. The splitting of the bill. And the walking away around the tables and meeting again. At the corner to walk across the street in unison without holding but moving together. The same path as the others.

I long for a frenzy. A frenzy of companionship that doesn't scare me but excites me. A frenzy of warmth. A frenzy of movement. But the slow with the fast together would make it complete. He says he wants something more stable for me. As do I. Along this road. I have had the frenzy brought on quickly but without the calmness of closeness that I long for a little bit longer. And each time it starts it feels different. It does. But somehow in the slowing down of the frenzy of life, I have stopped moving and started watching. Watching others. Watching myself. Watching what happens when I long for what I don't have and get what I do. The frenzy of a companionship that travels far and wide but allows me to see it all happening beyond just me, just beyond just us, beyond what is next.