the light of day
it seems easy now
in the light of day
locked in this room
with the sky and the chill in the air
easy to sit and day dream
easy to wait
with the tile floor
and the things with purposes
i will not use
it seem ok now
that there are rows of transient's
shopping cart complexes
lining the street
that there are people working
and people not working
with the light surrounding
me
i don't mind being alone
or that you are not with me
it seems that you will be strong enough
in my absence
it seems ok to believe
we can come and go as we please
it seems ok that i left
that i am leaving
that i am gone
the universe is speaking
with percolating coffee pots
sirens and footsteps on the ceiling
with the voices of grocery clerks and corner women
saying we will wait for your return
and call often
if you don't come back