air rolls...a basement of books
a bank of public computers
plastic chairs..but comfortable

From my dented heel kicked
fire door to the street
seems a mile

the first half kilometer
tells me the mood of the city
regardless of bleaching scalding
sun..moody weeping weather
or the cold artifact of crisp
freeze yer balls day

headphones on
kit bag slung over shoulder
no money for coffee
kraft dinner rice and oatmeal
left...
tea
television

Ive been in better climes
better times
but this Nothingness is
freedom
and that freedom is
peaceful

I own my own ass
and where I donate
my meagre worth
is my choice
at least thats still
pleasant to have

Been years since I
walked miles along
a country road or
across the bush
fields for adventure
years since I sat
in a boat or canoe

I forgo car adventures
now...too crazy..
I prefer the sensible
random of cityscape

I remember the sound
of the wind to an approaching
storm in the maples and
pines...sat on a smoothed
granite knoll facing the
great lake and its vivid
deep color

In all these menagerie of
thoughts I remember
time You gave to me
of yourself

Love like the storm
wrapped about us
and how fear passes
and we all go onto
the next step

if we chose!