Barred

wind blown snow hits me more lightly than the rain yet my city is cloaked in shades of blinding white and gray my footsteps leaves tracks to mark my journey into nowhere two blocks distant is a warm bright place; a sanctuary i've known as an escape from bleak days like this but i've been told today, i am barred another door clicks shut behind me; my world grows smaller, cruel gray sky closes in, much closer than yesterday i wander into a building filled with shops selling pastel fashions, and scents to tickle the senses and the cuisines of fifty nations; i park at a table, with a book- here's a warm dry spot i sit and wish to be invisible but no, a uniformed lady taps her nightstick on a railing says this is no place for the lost i don't have rent to pay for the chair i occupy; i'm tossed back into winter once again, barred my world ever smaller my world includes a park bench- here, i brush the last hour's snowfall from my seat, and settle down to wait for the tomorrow that never comes i have friends who've extended welcoming arms saying we love you we have a place for you yet as a frozen fist raps softly on a door the only reply is a strident voice that says this is not your place for today, you are barred; come back Tuesday i trudge back through another hour's snowfall making tracks into tomorrow my footprints lead to the place where i belong; they point to nowhere and Tuesday never comes....another repost from sweetbrother1... Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 06:44 AM PST   10 • 0 • 1