Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Sunday Thoughts

I am standing there, looking behind the shadows
and the sprinkled drops of last night's dew.
I still see your footprints in the courtyard. I
still fumble inside of myself for you.

There are two trees along the outer wall of my heart.
The dog barks between them,
breaking the silence, loudly. It's only so far
I can shove you away. There is this corner

and that corner I try hiding in. There is
the outside street sounds of Mardi Gras.
Their bright beads and flashing skin do nothing
to soothe me. Would you like to take a hand

and dance with me, whoever you are?