How many
days will we waste?
How many
nights will we spend
talking to cobwebs on the ceiling
sighing . . .
"Tomorrow is another day"?
And how many times will we go
from house to car
and car to work
then back again at night
never once stopping
to look at the evening sky . . .
never pausing . . . to take a conscious breath?
Just rushing on to the next moment
without lifting our heads
to gaze at the stars and the moon
that fill the sky with silent light
waiting, waiting . . . to bless us.
Joanne Cucinello 2010
