The sun hits my face.
Clouds are soon
followed by raindrops,
Tears from heaven.
Between the sun and clouds
they fall.
Propelled by the soft wind,
They blur my vision,
Stop me in my tracks,
Cause me to face the sky,
To the heavens,
To the source.
The sun hits my face.
Clouds roll by.
Followed by raindrops.
Tears from heaven.
Between the sun and clouds
they fall.
Propelled by the soft wind.
They blur my vision.
Stop me in my tracks.
Cause me to look up.
To the heavens.
To the source.
Life moves too fast.
People rushing back and forth.
Where are they going?
Do they reach their destinations?
Rushing.
Everything a blur.
Faces and lights flashing by.
Stop!
Take a breath.
What happened to enjoying life?
Living for the moment.
When does that happen?
Too many people on the streets.
Cars honking their horns.
People shoving each other.
When did life become so hectic?
Why is everyone in a hurry?
Where are they all going?
They become a blur to me.
One shoving mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No caring.
No manners.
Only a need
to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their
Alice of Wonderland—
in a hurry to go nowhere.
SUSANNE LEIST 