Winter Commute
Peeking through a frosted glass
Waiting for the heat of day to melt a view;
Knowing that others see more clearly
And move more freely around me.
Striving to move forward soon
Impatient to reach my next destination
Knowing I'm late, must catch up
And start it all over now.
cjp 12/16/03
Worthing It Out
You told me that we'd met before - but I
didn't remember. So often I play the
butterfly, flitting and winging around in my
world, making so much noise I do not hear
the silence others bring.
But then I was removed from my element -
cast among a world of strangers. Finally
stilled, I noticed you - and I found that I
could breathe.
And so it began - you quiet and calm, me
forward and frantic. An exchange of
words, laughs, smiles, secrets and then
even trust. Visions of who we are, and who
we want to be.
A butterfly and a bear, a wanderer and a
rock. A wooded past and wide open doors.
How would it end? The choice was yours.
Time lapsed. And so did our friendship.
Where I once longed to flit became a cold,
dark place. Perhaps the bear went to
hibernate. And my life is short, I have but
one. . .so I have instead moved on.
cjp 11/04/03
Location
Do you love me because I"m here,
Or are you here because you love me?
Sometimes location is everything.
Do you think being apart would keep us apart?
Or is being together keeping us together?
Sometimes location is everything.
If she was here, and I was there . . .
Or I was here and she was there . . .
Sometimes location is everything.
If we were together - would it tear us apart?
Are we close because we are far away?
Sometimes location is everything.
cjp 10/27/03