Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Here and now

We got here fast, you and I, wherever this happens to be.  Accidents happen but this one makes me happy.  We share something real or imagined, a past in common, a future in question, a moment in the now.

Can I walk by your side for a while?  Can I drink my fill of you and be refreshed?  I have nothing to offer in return.  I am poor you see.  And you do see.  I wander my own path, lost, hungry, propelled by a declining spirit.  

I don’t know what I’ve found in your smile, your words, your care.  I’m just glad I found it.