What luxury
awaits me.
As darkness falls.
10 minutes later
I rise from my cradle
in yesterday’s clothes.
Ready, yet again.
Damp, the rain keeps falling.
I shiver, am not cold.
10 minutes later.
People pass and then you stop.
You don’t look into my eyes
they are blank
there is nothing left to see.
But you don’t care.
You hold the car door open.
10 minutes later
its all over.
Bruised, I seek out my cradle.
10 minutes later
sun shines on glistening snow.
Music, singing, dancing bodies.
I sway with them
although
I don’t feel the dance.
10 minutes later
I am warm
I am floating
wings carry me
to light.
Making Meaning 