Monday, January 26, 2009

Missing Home

Eternal summers

Afternoon rain showers

Drifting through my mind

Rays of sunshine

Warming me

Melting the cold icicles of snow

That covers my soul.

I dream

Of roadside conversations

And walking around small neighborhoods

Where people know each other

Exchanging looks

A nod of heads

They say,

“Oh you’re back”

“Since when have you been home?”

And I would say,

“It’s been a long time.”

I smile and look around me

It’s a cold winter day.

It’s been some time

I would say.

It’s been some time.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Rut

I think
It's called
A rut.
Where I am.
It's like a black hole
But it's right where
I am standing
And it is sucking
All the life
Out of me.

It is watching
The stories
of Everyone
Around
Near
And far.
And wondering
Whatever happened?
To me?

It is.
A rut.
And I wonder.
How.
Is it?
That
I am here.

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