J_Kramer

Sometimes driving makes me wonder 

Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare

Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise

We spend so, so much time

Moving from one place to another

Chamomile tea on a winter's day is

Comforting as a warm hug

Soothing as ointment on chapped skin 

Steaming like the lazy trail of smoke from a chimney

Wonderful like a homemade thank you card 

fitting in is rent, and it's due every day

paid in the basic clothes you wear

and in the people of which you smile and compliment

but more importantly in the people you don't

The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.

Shadows lengthening 

Air sharpening to a crisp 

Summer slipping day by day 

Something new and familiar in its place. 

Bags stuffed with papers 

Early morning bus rides 

falling sky, slowly, piece by piece

I've forgotten how to move, to breathe

all the truth I've ever known begins to cease

as I watch my world fall apart

time is ticking, while holding still