My Daily Commute
Sometimes I pull my coat tighter around me; sometimes I ponder; sometimes I leisurely stroll; sometimes I’m moody; sometimes my face is caught in the wind’s embrace; sometimes I watch the world go by; sometimes I chat to someone I’ll never see again; sometimes I gaze in childish awe; sometimes I concentrate hard; sometimes I look but am not looking; sometimes I flick; sometimes I read; sometimes I listen; sometimes I cry; sometimes I pray more; sometimes I worry more; sometimes I smile and people wonder why; sometimes I run; sometimes I let them stare; sometimes I’m jostled; sometimes I’m inspired; sometimes I wait and wait and wait; sometimes I notice; sometimes I almost die; sometimes the rain can’t get me; sometimes the snow sparkles; sometimes I’m not alone.
All the time I get there and I get back. All the time I know that I’m being looked after. All the time it’s a new grape to ‘burst against the palate fine’.
Sometimes you write simply and powerfully. Yet you are always free and in that way alone. That is the miraculous part of life, which makes it worthwile and brakes the chain of ‘sometimes’.
01 Jan 2007, 05:53
Add a comment
You are not allowed to comment on this entry as it has restricted commenting permissions.