Poem-A-Day: Day 128

Classical Gasp

Listening to classical
and enjoying the cold days of spring
waiting for nothing to happen,
not that it would
or ever could,
but always does in some strange way.
No calls to call,
no calls, not a hint or peep
from unconcerned voices
never checking up
on the simple act in walking,
one,
two,
three,
four…
one right after the other,
lest a stumble,
and not a soul to help
pick up the pieces,
just a pair of eyes
not even watching.
Yet, there’s nothing disconcerting,
not any one thing
to mar the simplicity
of listening to classical,
and enjoying the cold days of spring.