Groping onto the handrail, I climbed the cold, metallic stairs, my leather shoes brushing against it. Filled with anxiety, I scurried along the concrete floor to the other dancers. The world around me was black; the blue velvet curtains created a cloak of darkness, like the night.

A Giant

A Living Freak of Nature

A Redwood.

Tall, upstanding, huge, strong, ancient

At least

 2,400 years old

People look at it in wonder.

“Wow! Amazing!” They say

And I agree

But I don’t

Outside there’s a blizzard. We’re on the highway but we’re not moving. There are cars all around us. Five hours, each churns by minute after minute. Nothing to do but stay in the car and watch the snow blow by and try to fall asleep.

From dusk till dawn 

I search,

I look

From town to town,

This person I am told can give

A smile for every frown.

Up and down

These hills I look

I never seem to find