Stranded on Ice (Blogophilia 50.4)
Watching the colors Fade to away To white. Knowing I wouldn't Make it home. It didn't matter. Freed from the routine I greet my neighbor. Give a push. And at the Waffle House I pray for the waitresses To deliver my coffee Hot and fresh In the crush. The antipathy of anonymity Is long past. This isn't virtual life Only real life. Where we are Accountable, To ourselves And others. And where when We feed each other We feed ourselves.