I rock, back and forth

On early winter morning.

Travelers pass the time

In their rush, going nowhere.

I glide, to and fro

Watching life hurry by.

I always look, ponder,

Forever asking why.

Moving front to back I sway

Enjoying these moments in my life.

The world turns, spinning by,

As I sit alone, nary a care.

12/18/2007

Author's Note: I was sitting in the Jax airport the other morning... rocking...

Posted on 12/20/2007
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