07 January 2012

Measuring Time

Photograph courtesy of my sister, Sharon Greco, from her Carolina heaven.





















i can see you
there

waiting

where you've always
been

waiting

but
no matter
that i follow the rules
color inside the lines
walk the straight and narrow
i can never reach you

waiting

perhaps a break in accustomed routine
a variance, a mid-course correction
will close the gap between us
perhaps one step forward
from off in the distance
will bring you running
to where

 I'm waiting

7 comments:

  1. A beautiful poem of longing.

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  2. Oftentimes do I feel like this. Beautiful, in a "strange" (because familiar) way....

    +1'd

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  3. Thanks Matt, for the comment and the share on twitter x

    Thank you Z, for your comment and for sharing this on your blog page x

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  4. And so they waited till the end of their days. (Hopefully not.) Sounds very familiar to me as well.

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  5. Thank you Martin :) Don't we all go there sometimes?

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  6. lovely - great to see you writing.

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