Category: walk

I had a remarkable unplanned encounter
with my old sweetheart the Moon;
I was just heading back from the usual little 
walk down the hill to the store.
Barely a few houses up Olentangy Street
I happened to look up for a glance;
But my look was captured, our lights were linked
and my feet froze to the cement.

Heavy cloud cover seemed to part
just in that one bright circle.
And though the dark grey continued to roll
from the south, with a chill breeze in step
down here below, we both stood engaged
the dark edge would advance but at last moment part
just enough to leave that one circle uncovered
slowly growing as stretched by our gaze.

I stood waiting for coverage, but the parting went on
Until a larger space shown with clear blue around
and subtle grey circles in the overall black
radiated out an enlarging sphere pattern.

Although the moon has promised to help
my vision if I remember to gaze
there still was a little lack of focus
and double-vision projection below.
This made it seem like the moon had a chin
and the space in-between gave it a grin.
As the moons parted and the old familiar
features of my friend sharpened, the double
moved down into a long white beard.

Eventually, of course, the chill of the sidewalk
Moved up through both the thin soles and thick socks
And I had to break off and move along, dizzy.
When I looked up again, the features were blurring
And the blue space was smaller, though it grew as I watched.
We continued this way as I went up the hill.
As the walking got longer, moon's features grew dimmer;
angry memories returned of the last time we talked,
and the words that as usual got stuck inside me.
Looking up from the bridge at the top of the hill
dark black swirls had moved to the fore.

As I stumble about
amidst the beauty of the trees' network of
nearly naked limbs, modestly dotted with birds against
skies of a grey mixed of oranges and purples,
lit from below by the glowing boxes,
I am often filled with a heart-breaking nostalgia
for the way things are.