Different direction
There are people in cars passing by.
One by one. They are all different.
I wonder how many have taken this rode?
There are trees.
They are green and they are beautiful.
I wonder how many have stopped to notice?
There is a sky.
One and only.
It is light blue and it is magnificent.
It looks down upon us all.
I wonder how many see it the way I do?
There is a woman and she is staring at me.
A mirage? Or a reflection?
She appears courageous.
She appears brave.
I wonder if the sky is looking down upon her,
below the trees, amongst the people in the cars passing by.
It hasn’t been that long...
I wonder if this woman remembers me?
(2010)
