with no place to go
I’m sitting in a rocking chair
next to the bay window
paralyzed
a ray of light shining through
warming my hands
inside a clock is ticking
a fire burning
eyes shut tight I listen
to the house settling
as finches gather
in nearby spindle tree
I’ve watched the cycling
of the seasons
for so many years gone by
seemingly
from this very place
where the passage of time
simply stands still
february two thousand nineteen
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Good thoughts coming to you xo
thank you good friend!
This is heartbreaking, thinking about it describing someone who is literally paralyzed, watching those cyclists ride down the street.
My first thought, though, was about Norman Bates filling that rocking chair, wearing his mother’s clothes. 🙂
I hadn’t thought about either, but looking forward to cycling again once the weather breaks!