Faces

I look at the silent faces on the street
Some have expressions
exasperation, and others mild wait and tire

I look at my face
In the reflection of a parked car
Do I look serene or a star?

Who cares of the random muse I look
am bemused
tasselled and free

Or am I?

Its a winterless day
mid-February.
Amidst dust and sand
I think of you as I cross the road
knowing you are elsewhere
crossing your own sands of time