Jan 23
Daily #23
Passing
Moving so quickly, we pass in silence,
Never ending is the roar of motion.
Gliding by without notice, a life, a person, a history,
we are empty without each other.
Imagine the movement, without people:
Trains, cars, whizzing by, with no destination or reason.
Elevators moving slowly from floor to floor & no rider.
Stoplights, green * yellow * red * green * yellow *red.
Doors opening and closing, slam, no one going or coming.
Office lights going off, kitchen lights turning on.
For some small part & how ever regrettable,
the motion of each other, gives our life meaning.
