A cold sweat puddle begins to form
in the palm of a trembling opened hand
when you realize that coming here
alone was a good idea.
The best idea you've had in a long time.
Not even the
intermittent heart burn
and numbness in your face
will sway your concentration tonight.
Solitude on a dry-rotted park bench
as you bare witness to consumer traffic
hastily straggle along the sidewalk
to their homes
to their loved ones
to their warm beds.
You will never know such comforts.
You don't need them tonight.
10 million people,
and not one kind word to offer.
This is the mid-point of your life.
What have you done?
what is it worth?
1/16/07 12:00pm