a room with no view
and here i sit, waiting for something i’ll never have and
my mind keeps screaming about wasted time
and the words are all stacked in the corner
neat as a pile of laundry
and my heart is always racing
even though
there’s no time to begin
four walls and one window and i am cold
but never frozen and two crows just flew by
to remind me of balance
as the sun pokes it way through a cross hatched horizon
painting colors with a brush of no hurry
spinning yarn for another day’s sweater
i found an arrow on the floor
three days ago
and just left it there
pointing southwest
it didn’t seem to be meant
for me
.
.
.
January 10th, 2015 at 11:01 am
cold but never frozen. that just . . . got me.
January 10th, 2015 at 11:22 am
ah, i would follow the arrow…meant for you or otherwise…we are all looking for a bit of direction…
January 10th, 2015 at 11:43 am
We all share this room, the race, the rest, what it means, and what was not meant to be. So much here to view on a crisp, clear morning; thank you.
January 10th, 2015 at 1:22 pm
well, I’m southwest, but it’s raining this morning, and the roommate left the cover off the grill because it never rains in southern california. ~
January 12th, 2015 at 6:32 am
there was so much I loved about this . . . the words stacked in a corner, cold but never frozen, painting colors with a brush of no hurry and of course that arrow, whoever it was meant for.