Microcosmos

Sometimes of an evening,

I look around and wonder.

I see little worlds flying past,

Their inhabitants busy focused

On their own non-orb

Such colors glinting in the sun!

Reds, greens, blues, blacks, and whites

Glitter and they whiz by.

A brief pause, and I look over to see a woman

Alone in her world and talking, but nobody’s there;

Then the stream starts back up, and her world disappears in the flow.

My world is nice and comfortable, if only a little lonely;

I wonder where everyone is going, lost in their own worlds,

Unnoticing, unthinking, simply hurrying along.

Lost in my own thoughts,

I pull into my driveway and step onto terra firma.

Lights on Broad River

Alone, I trudge to my car and venture into
The wide and lonely
City.
I drive and drive, and feel the Loneliness.
Have you ever felt the Loneliness?
It’s a quiet sort of feeling that makes you squirm
Because you can’t move as your heart is pressed
On every side.
While sipping my coffee, I see a slivery crescent of moon.
The moon is so red I can hardly see it against
The black canvas it hangs on.
She looks lonely, and suddenly I don’t feel
Alone anymore.
Strange, but it gives me comfort to see light
Shining on the
Water.