The Cab
Do you see the shining of the cars
In the darkness
The hellish white in contrast with the black night
Is it a coincidence that they’re all white
Or metallic silver
Thoughts
Of a lonely observer in the night
A cab waiting patiently in the silence
Is there a story you want to tell
Who is your passenger?
What are you bringing me, cab?
Who wants to be alone?
And when it’s gone
I miss it
That warm cab with his history
Of warm breaths, neat clothes and comfort
A soft engine and cold leather on the stearing wheel
The oil of the earth, burning in transport
In time and dimension
The safety of that cab
Standing there
in dead silence of the night
It leaves an open space
Where just was warmth
The shadows are rising
Out of the paving and lights
A dullness
And the awareness
That I’m alone…
Bed of Feathers 