where that place is for me?

                                            

We are all moved by this weather.

by now, all the leaves are gone

and we are left with the

bare bones of ourselves.

the rain is relentless.

people step off the bus

with jackets pulled tight,

heads bowed and feet scrambling

for some place dry.

i can't help but watch them.

we are such a hurried people.

never lingering, always in a rush.

i'd be lying if i said i didn't feel 

like i'm falling behind.

i'd be lying id i said i didn't feel the

slightest bit jealous. these people-

they all have some place to be.

when will i know where that

place is for me?