Alli Rogers How Long Until We Get There
you walk up to the stoplight
don’t notice me watching you from my car
and I don’t know how, I don’t know why
but I know who you are
hands deep in your pockets
head down like a child reciting grace
and I don’t know where, I don’t know when
but I’ve seen your face
we’ve never shared it but we feel we have
we’ve never heard it but it’s in the air
we worry deeply so we try to laugh
how long until we get there?
ship lost on a prairie
somewhere on a former ocean swell
wood dark as the night
but colors are bright and clear as a bell
I’m not always like this
I can’t always find something this good
in places I go, on corners I know
in my own neighborhood
every day and every night
and everything I ever had right
was never enough, never quite there
we never quite reached it
we never shared it…
