Open, Open

See me wandering

Heavy pants and

Unlaced boots

Hands growing cold

Breath fogging in

The traffic lights

Waiting for the 

Little man to say

Walk on

Winter is setting in

When people ask me where

My jacket is

I know it’s a bitter

Edge to the wind they feel

But I only 

Forgot to bring it 

Along today

I get cold like

Everyone else

I’m wishing for rain

Standing by storefronts

Watch the signs flash

Open

Open

O P E N

Sitting inside by 

The door

In a corner where

I can see everything

Happening at once

Outside

The clouds disperse

Windshields collect mist

Sparkling faintly in

The passing headlights

The streets are busy

These days I avoid

Freeways driving home

Something angry and

Congested 

About them

I pass many other

Homes I know

Some huge and 

Empty

Some tall and warm

All with their meanings

Universally

Nothing special

And then my home

As much one place as

Every place I’ve been

Where I wish for rain once

Again

To soothe my ruffled

Mind to rest