they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, September 24, 2007

warmth.

i sat there for awhile
basking in the ray that simply found me
alone in my car
thinking about boxes
and signatures
and other adult matters

i was driving
fast
with slight swerves
and teary eyes
and a hollow feeling
in the pit of my stomach

i'd been thinking about god
and light
and love
and how it had been a really long time
since i'd heard from him
or felt the sort of peace
that surpasses all understanding

i was listening to iron and wine —
crying and singing
and sobbing some, too
which made me wonder if my eye makeup was making a mess
of my face

i was a mile from work
where I would park my car
and do one final mirror-check —
for out of place mascara
or tear stains
…maybe both

but as i sat at that red light
i didn’t notice the man on the corner
with “help feed a homeless vet” written on cardboard
i know he was there. he always is
but today, i looked up —
at a dreary sky
and at puffy clouds that seemed content to remain
in their lofty home
and as i cried and sang
“so let the sun rise bring hope where it once was forgotten”
the clouds made a little window
and poured sunlight
enough to warm my face.

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