am I mistaken
On Wednesday driving home from school I stopped at a light in anaheim.
I looked in my rear view mirror and was distressed to see the girl behind me in a vw bug crying while her boyfriend tried to explain whatever cruelty he had just laid on her.
I averted my eyes, almost embarassed to be part of their so private moment, and a full family, from old crippled grandmother to elementary school children, was crossing in front of me. They were all rather charicatures of their family role, and they all had ash crosses on their foreheads.
I had bright eyes blaring, and I felt for just a moment as if I was in some sort of strange dream.
Then the light changed and life continued...
"am I mistaken
when I woke up this morning
without you there
I was shaken to my very foundation."
I looked in my rear view mirror and was distressed to see the girl behind me in a vw bug crying while her boyfriend tried to explain whatever cruelty he had just laid on her.
I averted my eyes, almost embarassed to be part of their so private moment, and a full family, from old crippled grandmother to elementary school children, was crossing in front of me. They were all rather charicatures of their family role, and they all had ash crosses on their foreheads.
I had bright eyes blaring, and I felt for just a moment as if I was in some sort of strange dream.
Then the light changed and life continued...
"am I mistaken
when I woke up this morning
without you there
I was shaken to my very foundation."