December 16, 2013

Last Place


Always playing 
catch-up
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.

12/12/2013