CORNERS OF THE PAST
Watching The World Wake Up
by R.A.Warren,
Houston, tx
Here I sit at a table, consuming my breakfast or dinner; whichever
you prefer. I sit and contemplate the empty highway that lies before me
on
the other side of the window on the horizon off in the distance, the sky
beginng to lighten from a dark blue to salmon pink.
In my mind, I here her voice calling to me. "Sleep, my beloved, you
must sleep now." she says. She knows that I have been up all night,
as is my custom, as is my nature, so she calls me to my bed, to sleep
while she lights up the world....
Slowly, car by car, body by body, one by one, the day dwellers all
wake up. What was once an empty, dead mass of asphalt and concrete is
now
alove and moving.... and dangerous.
Finally, Like all of God's night creatures, I retire to my dark
corner
of the world to get my much needed rest. To regain my strength so I can
guard the world again tonight.....
So, to all of you day dwellers out there, I say not "goodnight' but
"goodday" and to my fellew night creatures ..... 'good rest'.
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