Friday, January 22, 2010


The blankets cover her torso
rising gently with each breath
Her legs twitch a few times
then she lays still

Elsewhere, people shower, and eat,
They read the paper, run to the buses,
or train stations or to airport gates
Harried and hurried, frantic and worried

Traffic slows on busy freeways
nervous drivers switching lanes
cell phones used to call the office
voices eager to explain

They sit in cubes and lonely desks
busy behind their computer screens
drinking overpriced coffee or bottled water
forgetting how great it is to dream

She stretches her neck and turns to her side
as her eyes open for the first time today
she closes them with a gentle smile
and slowly fades away

1 comment:

Steve said...

This is great. I feel like I'm there as I read your words.