The Nether of Our Thoughts

I walk the streets of my small city

where once shoulders crowded, grazed, twisted and

jostled one another…

Today there is barely a soul from wall to curb

Cars flow by with no glance from the driver’s

whose faces wait for the

artist’s emotion…

Their eyes only staring into the nether of their

thoughts

I took my car to fill with gas. Now full, I stand

in a haphazard line waiting to pay my dues.

No one looks upon me to say hi or hello as they

wait their turn…

 

Artless faces just starring into the

 nether of their thoughts

 

 Today I shop for groceries pushing my cart up

and down isle after isle my face turned to shelves

filled with multitudes of choices.

I pass cart after cart,

their pushers selecting this and that not

really ignoring me, it is just their own eyes don’t take

in the artist’s  soul while

focused in the nether of their own thoughts

 I met an old friend this day by chance

we passed memories of bygone days with smiles

and laughter adding new thoughts and dreams

to the mix...

Parting ways with smiles, and see you later,

a quick glance into their eyes at the final farewell

I saw them glazing, loosing the artist’s vision

as I was certain my own eyes,

 barely remembering the artist’s strokes,

were drifting

into the nether of our thoughts...

ccd12/4,5/2016