Twenty four hours a day
Men see her pass in their direction
Loaded down with packages and wisdom anyway
That invites continuous respect instead of correction.


Looking out into space
Her eyes are not steady for a reason
Perhaps her memories will not allow a trace
For sounds of awareness to create a new season.


Coming closer together like space ships passing in the night
Impulse is the teacher once again
Conditions are divided once again in the areas of dark and light
As shyness overtakes the courage trend.


Inches become feet and feet become yards
As the twosome moves away never to become one
Through a lucky draw of social playing cards
As individual plans for the day remain important under the sun.