Quiet Thoughts In A December Mall
The rains of winter in Vancouver fall;
At times lightly, at times vigorously
Artificial snow falls from shop windows
In malls with cloud darkened skylights.
Somehow, despite the hurrying big people dragging
Tired small people in quick
Marches to
Nowhere obvious, I find peace here.
I quiet my mind as I sit.
I connect with us all and gently laugh at
My foibles I see in us.
Hurry scurry, hurry scurry to where we
Already are.
Yes, this is me. In a rush to where I am.
In a mall.
Watching winter rains
Fall.
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