Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Wandering

Strolling along singing a song.
What song is it?
It sounds like...noise.
Society Hill Train Depot
(Photo credit: jimmywayne)
It sounds like inhuman humming.
It sounds mechanical.
The ledge is there.
The drop is there.
The post is there.

So are you running?
Are you limping?
Are you meandering?
Are you making progress?

Are you looking around?
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What do you think?

I suppose it's time to start.
The blathering on has become monotonous.
It's time to burn the farm down.
It's time to head to the cantina.

Nothing grandiose.
It isn't noteworthy.
It just is.
Right now.
Can't see around the corner anyway.

Time for a run.



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2 comments:

Linnea said...

Just in case you deluded yourself into thinking no one read this, I wanted you to know that every time I look at my feeds I check first to see if you wrote anything.

Moriah said...

any one out there? Wishing there was something here to read. . .