A poem about walking to the bus stop every day...and life and stuff :) |
The Accumulation of Time Maybe the clouds are just clouds (Water vapor, condensed and waiting for a chance to fall) And maybe the sky is just the sky And the earth’s turning towards the sun Which is why it rises behind the trees Blazing Don’t you know that you’ve walked here before? Maybe the gravel under your feet Or street or sidewalk (Just rocks, broken and worn smooth by age) Has been stepped on in the exact same place By your shoes Yesterday Some other day Long ago A thousand footsteps On bare concrete Or fallen leaves Or leaving their mark behind in the snow (isn’t it strange to think that in just a few months, the snow will fall And cover this path where you walk?) And a thousand songs sung to the trees Whispered praise Or quiet pleading To their silent branches Maybe they hear And hold your words under their bark Keeping them safe from the world outside Safe and warm Because the wind that blows through the world Grows colder You can see lights in windows sometimes And you wonder if the people inside See you Just like sometimes when twilight falls You look out of your window And see light (Twilight spreading over your neighborhood with the setting sun) Golden And occasionally people walking by Their footsteps layering the asphalt Where so many others have passed Don’t you know that you’ve walked here before? |