a weird comfort 
     is an old friend from elementary school 
     walking by my house

maybe I am not the only one
     still in the very place I grew up
     not yet knowing where I am going
     not yet on to the next big thing

maybe
     just like for me
     the breeze and the sun 
     are enough comfort 
     for right here, right now;

a strange motivation
     is watching a runner pass by

suddenly
     I feel like running again

maybe
     if you could,
     maybe, I could too

maybe we are all pushing each other along in strange, little ways, without words, without knowing

JG.