no one can say he's really lonely
who hasn't stared silently at a dark ceiling
thinking nothing simply watching
to see if the ceiling changes.
here are shadows from distant lights perhaps
everything muted and faded into white plaster
only colorless suggestions of variety
a life lived in anonymity.
this song is for you whoever you are
the watchers and the ceilings all bound up
in one long sleepless vigil reminding me that men
do not always recognize
a good thing
when they see it.
Posted by nickles at March 2, 2006 11:07 AM | TrackBack