This and That

When this is that
and walking takes you to another place,
where you want to turn around and
retrace your steps,
the snow swirls conjure
images of dusty streets
and the warmth of your room
drives you outside to the cold.
The this and the that
of asking,
when the wakeful want to sleep
and the sleepers dream
of only days that never end.
From this to that
we march to find peace
in conflict and argue about the meaning of peace.
From here to there
I try to be alone only when I am with you.