Alone for awhile...
This day has it's way -
it's own sort of play -
it takes me to places
up there far away...
With no one to guide -
or pull me aside -
or hinder - or shadow -
or give me a ride...
No framework or map -
no pat on the back -
instruction or preaching -
or giving me slack...
The time ticks it's tune -
and fills up the room -
with nothing but being -
in present and soon...
Then it all changes -
and quick - rearranges -
with questions - and answers -
and words from your pages...
Joy Weare,
25th February, 2010.
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