Robot Snowglobe

Lonely

The air is still around him for only a minute
before it swirls again sending snow and ash into his
cold mechanical eyes.
He does not need to blink,
he does not need to breathe,
he only needs to live.

Walking through the swirling gray white,
all he sees is static
as television set would view us if it were set
one channel too high.

There is no purpose in his direction,
simply forward and never ending.
This robot does not know what it looks for,
or perhaps it simply looking for what everyone looks for,
perhaps a friend.

Copyright 2010 William Curb