Wednesday, July 1, 2009

When stillness happens

I like the early morning fog,
the peace and quiet
of an empty highway,
the stillness of a billboard unobserved,
the graceful sweep of electrical wire
unoccupied by birds.

When the city still sleeps,
the homeless doze under the overpass,
the trains and buses take a holiday
and the colors of industry
are thrown into relief,
I pause and breathe
a prayer of gratitude.

This quiet morn --
this soft, still air,
these colors, these curves,
this empty road --
all suit me to a T.

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