You & Me

Your place is a quiet meadow,
a silent green near a calm river,
where you sit and ponder,
dream and wonder,
sulk and hide,
embrace blessed graces
soft music plays
while you strum
and lay down watching clouds,
a lost boy in a strong man

My place is an industrial zone,
a kitchen with schedules and machines
where five different me's
perform and complete tasks
I sit in the chaos and feel proud
of all that I manage to do in a day
this is where I live,
in the middle of noise and celebration,
where I watch and pray
in a sense of daily achievement

When I get tired, I walk over to your meadow
where you soothe and calm me,
and often, I ask you to help me
in my kitchen where the work never ends
We live in our zones,
day and night melting for an hour
glowing in the twilight of our lives