Sunday, April 29, 2012

City Life

You wait for me
and I know it
your plastic alarm sunrise
your commuter sunset
your serendipity must be scheduled in

Your humans
plug in and
power out

There's too much to be done
so one day you can have time do nothing
Time pays in dollars and minutes
none of that ever mattered to a seedling



The beach


Your light is blue
And your green is violet
In between you
Your sides
Are yellow and sometimes black
The grains
Bend under my pressure
I make holes that don’t fill
So I can retrace my steps back
And out
You are clear today
Crisp and too transparent
It could frighten those that require
More clouds
I like you all exposed
Fragile protected areas
I warden you off with orange rope
Disrespectful people don’t know
How to care for you
I do
I lay down to get out of your wind
I zip up my coat
Your heat doesn't warm 
I search for my footsteps
Find my way out