I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Acceptance

The rising and
falling white
noise of a car
passing by unseen...
you can fall
asleep to it.
It glides
past outside
as the wind itself.

Inside, the driver
might flail in the seat
of his worst
day on Earth, but
the car makes the same
liquid noise.
And from here inside
the cool
walls of your home,
the Earth is tiled
with good days.

1 comment:

Rod said...

Sensitive and Beautiful. I love it.