Poem - Condestruction

CONDESTRUCTION

20140610 - c2013 wlc

Humidity sets in

A waterfall in air

Nebel echoes in my ears

Surrounding me with life

I feel it permeating my body

But my mind remains numb

The trees and pollen try coating the car

I miss them all

I round the curves with practiced boredom

Drawing with humidity

Feet still cold on the vehicle floor

Hands so dry upon the wheel

My heart stops for just a moment

I'm lost in time

A tear inches backward

How fast am I going?

When will I stop?

I think of perfection

Belatedly, I wonder, if this is the end

But practice makes perfect

And it wasn't too fast

I'm just another part

Of the winding old road

And suddenly

I'm waiting on a highway

Stopped dead cold

The winding road ceases to wind

As I sit there growing old

missing.

Sometimes, out of nowhere, I have very vivid images and impressions of people float into my consciousness.  Sometimes it's people who died, or moved, or changed jobs, or that I left behind when I moved or changed jobs.  Or simply people I've lost contact with.

This sometimes makes me smile, or perhaps even makes me glad I no longer AM in touch with them so closely.

Other times, I miss them, and I find myself immersed in the sensation of loss, be it wistful or deep, temporary or permanent.

I am lucky to have known people worth missing.