December 16, 2013

Last Place

Always playing 
we awakened
this morning
in last place,
so far behind
the race.
They slowly walk
to get their mail,
greeting me, smiling, 
when I ask 
if they're okay,
looking as if
they carry a secret,
we might also
know someday.

They finally appear
one after another,
all silently going
in the same direction,
wide eyes shut,
no longer waving,
moving at last
in their own way.