observation deck

outside as the day comes close to an end

observation made from the deck outback

who is going to see him here

the words he writes and the sound

the pen makes as it squeaks over the page

under his fist tight wrapped around a thought

and then tomorrow predictably doing it again

he never minds just wishes

the walk was a leisurely one

instead of a rat race scramble to get more

cheese or something that will pay the bills

outside unlike years passed on an enclosed porch

where others sit now no idea how many nights

that was his cabin out of the way of everyone

so much so he had to go

luckily found himself here but his cabin

is a convertible this time

and if he had hair it would be blowing

in the cool breeze...