23 January 2009

poetry friday

i haven't sat here long,
yet everything stops for me.
there are trees and,
there are cars,
i choose to focus on them.

i choose also to focus on my feet,
and i can feel the wooden,
floor beneath.

for everything i need to do,
i hold silence and guild,
from way beneath the path of many,
an iron will,
in the strength of few.

a truck goes past,
and my busy day,
comes back with it,
into view.

copyright cosmic 2009

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