This Unbearable Lightness Of Being

[ferine]

Pausing at the tunnel's grate
watching the snowfall outside
feeling the cold, appreciating the quiet

I have become all I ever wanted
in someone to whisk me away
in someone to rescue me from myself

Why this struggle, sometimes
to feel my life's well lived
from down here, far from the madding crowd

A lonely, slow, silent life
freedom in books and music
the virtual touch of the computer

Kept from a life ordinary
I dream myself alive
and wonder.