Late Night Musings

Drove through your town tonight.
Yourtown. Is it a different place to Mytown
Or do we think the same?
You Yourtowners and my Mytowners?
Are they all people?

The Tortoise and the Hare

I am in Transition.
It is Spring,
The world holds it's breath and I
Await a rebirth.
Impatiently.
I am in Transition.
The summer sun warms
Trees and my bones.
One grows, the other fully formed
Fixed in place
For my ever.
I am in Transition.
Autumn leaves drop like the months from my lifespan.
Waiting.
I am in Transition.
Flakes fall from heavy skies
And cling to me like the seconds I catch.
Melting into my skin.
Counting down.
I am in Transition.

A Short Rememberance of Summer, Written in Times Past

I saw a butterfly today.
It flew past my window, delicate, beautiful, graceful.
So close, I thought it might fly in.
I thought of you.

'Waiting', Or 'A Last Ditch Attempt at Contact'

I sit.
In front of my computer screen
With phones surrounding me.
I'd write a letter if I could,
Address it;
Unreachable you.

I've called, again, again
Again.
The texts aside, I've rung both phones
With both phones of mine.

Curse of the modern day.
Technology at our fingertips,
All 'communication made easy'.
Yet I'm here alone,
Uncommunicative.
If I can't reach you.