Patience is the science of peace.
I stand here writing a love poem to the world,
on the street corner of a grocery store.
Watching the cars drive by, sweeping leaves away from the sliding glass door.
Inside I feel the lights, the hours, the familiar faces…
I feel my genuine smile, wishing and knowing it can do more…
The slow movements…the breathing… the chopped conversations.
The bits of stories…
The bits of lives I get to know.
The lives of customers, co-workers and my own…
The grey clutter…
…at times, chaotic emotional-noise in the background…
The evening moves on.
Just two of us left,
keeping the dream alive.
Providing our service and smile to all whom come.
Those loyal fans manifesting an afterthought of ice cream…
or a premeditated cold-dinner after a long day.
Closing, we shut the door and turn off the lights…
almost there…
filling the yellow bucket, roll-squeaking onto the floor,
catching my self thinking-feeling there is more…
Not-that-I’m-too-good for/better-than…
But that there is more…
Feeling as if I’m mopping the floor with my dreams,
I realize…
Why would I mop the floor with my dreams…
when I can mop the floor with devotion to them?
Alex

I was going to make a smart comment about how it was going making student loan payments while working at a grocery store….but I have too much respect for you….especially after reading that really cool poem. Go out and get them young man!!!!!
Also way cool pic!!!!
This one got me, made me cry. I love you my beautiful, beautiful son.
beautiful writing and sentiments, thanks for sharing these with the world