I Saw You Tonight
(Through the Open Window)
Missed Connections from Philadelphia
as i was sitting. . .
alone in the serene, darkened confines of my stoop
disentangling passages in my mind
and weaving them onto paper
i stopped for a moment. . .
and looked out into the fallen hours of night
and my heart took a rest. . .
for it skipped a beat
as my eyes traced the silhouette
that the rain had outlined into the soil
as if it were paint trickling from a
brush onto a canvas. . .
my lips apart. . .breathless. . .
the silhouette was of no one i had ever seen before. . .
i know. . .
i am certain. . .
it was a reflection of you. . .
i stood up. . .
away from where i was seated and walked toward the depiction. . .
nevertheless the closer i had become the more faded was the breath before me
and my vision suddenly became nothing more than a distant shadow. . .
thus i embraced that faint greeting
for when i turned and looked into the sky, i was reminded that. . .
no matter how far we are from one another we are still blanketed by the same stars
Her Two Cents
Today the rain came. The sky opened up and water crashed down like a giant waterfall. Streets became rivers and people dashed frantically to cars and doorways pointlessly trying to stay dry. Strong gusts of cold wind drove water through open doors and windows soaking everything in its path. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and I as scurried to batten down the hatches I was reminded of the hurricane scene in the children’s book, Time of Wonder. In an hour the worst had passed and I stood on the front stoop enjoying the cool air and smell of wet dirt. Watching the time of the world go by, and with each passing minute knowing a new story of the rain’s arrival was being created – over and over and over again.