as soon as these words come out of mouth, i loathe them.
having no control is much like feeling useless.
having no purpose. or so i thought.
i met her on the corner of 13th and hamilton.
i was irritated. exhausted. emotional.
i had slept for a half hour the evening before.
i watched my alarm go off at 6:15 am.
i waited all night for it to ring.
i had zero desire to speak to anyone.
and, yet, there she was.
she spoke.
i listened.
today is her first day.
she is from a small town.
and wouldn't it be lovely if the rain would stop?
and, suddenly, i understood why she was there.
on the corner of 13th and hamilton.
i moved closer and held my umbrella over the both of us.
i listened to the rain hit the top in a scattered nonsense pattern
and i felt like i had a purpose.
if only for a couple of blocks.
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