Deep into Winter

I tumble sideways

Greeting morning light
Like a hand rolled, twisted
cigarette
waiting for that spark

A lively crackle a wispy
thread of blue white
smoke
drifting into
day

The lives we live
the lives we lead
a gossamer of intricate,
indiscriminate chance happenings
of outward, insignificance
Onward we march

Inconsequential

Our sideways looks, while
others, staring straight ahead
straight ahead, unless of course
our trail turns crooked ..or
heaven forbid, ,,,,we become diverted
never less
shadows growing into nightfall

Steps becoming smaller, more precise
Keeping a steady time
and not so long ago,high mountains peaks 
crossed
not today, not today

There will be no flags, planted
on distant mountain tops

Not today
maybe again,
For, there is always hope

Snassano 2-5-09