As I sit alone and wait
For friends to choose movies,
I watch the cloud frosted sky
As it sits like an inflating blanket
Over the desolate concrete wasteland
Of another customer car park.

The trees are merely statues;
Monuments to the way this place
Was in a former life. They seem
Very tall compared with
The flat land they inhabit.

Perhaps one day their roots
Will begin to push through
This solid man made sea.

That is what I really contemplate
As I sit alone and miss
Someone I barely know, but
Whose heartbeat I once shared
As we spent the unlit hours
In the fields of vision of
One another's eyes.

All words and all thoughts
Given life in my mind seem
To lead to her...even this sky
Upon which I look is hers.

I silently wish for wings
So that I can follow the clouds
As they leave this desolation
And make a quiet journey
To where her beauty resides.

For now, all I can give
To the wind are my hands,
That feel numb and lifeless
Now, without her skin
For them to marvel at
And the contours of her face
That feel so much warmer
Than the cracks in the concrete
On which my feet rest.

Perhaps when the tree roots
At last emerge from this fake ground,
I can give my hands to her again.

07/05/2002

Posted on 07/19/2002
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