A sign for all seasons

I am tired.
The kind of tired
that makes driving dangerous
and the easiest of tasks
tedious
and
consuming
yet
I have spent hours
and minutes
and days
filling my eyes
and
ears
and hands
with proof
that this is more
than nothing
and though
it is easy to find signs
when you are looking
everywhere
at everything
I choose to believe
that a stranger
saying your name
to clarify
which letter of the alphabet
his car registration
starts with
is evidence
that I am on your mind
and that you too
are tired
of waiting.