Saturday, February 21, 2009

nothing ever happens

not a wiggle of life in a leaf
not a wagging tail on a dog
not a falling drop from the sky
not a figure in the empty fog

no one laughs
when no one's looking
no one believes
and no one's coming

no one's living
yet no one's dead
the sky is just blue
patches on red

air's laden with
the moisture of sorrows
none lend a smile
and no one borrows

no water moves
and no fishes swim
the faces look empty
but eyes filled to brim

and nothing ever happens
nothing ever moves