Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Shake the Ghost

As I pulled into the gym parking lot tonight — circling the rows for a spot, moving further and further from my destination — it occurred to me:




I am so very tired.




So I reclined my seat and sat there fighting for sleep, watching snowflakes fall against my windshield



Melting like memories.




I slept then, but only for a moment, soon forced out of my car (and into a fit of sweat) not only by a persistent fear of time




But also by a half-hearted effort




To shake off the ghost of you.


5 comments:

ds said...

sometimes the snow falls sideways and otherwise.

David said...

Beautiful.

M@ said...

Wow. Nice job.

XOXO said...

It's weird that sometimes we blink and the entire world around us has changed.

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

DS - Indeed.

XOXO - Stupid paradigm shifts.