Reminder - May 11, 2000

A subtle reminder to myself
of the emptiness that surrounds us

Cushioned in the business
of the day
we are reminded of the hollow nights.

A slow pain
tears through
the hours
calling to us
a fellow traveler
of the lonely road.

As it winds past
the white picket fence
on a path overgrown
with weeds.

The house is abandoned
a ruined effigy
of what once was.

Soon,
we move beyond the road,
searching for another path
that might take us
to the water.

So that my single boat
might take me
to the island
of my lonely days.