Along the far wall
beneath the outstretched
limbs of jacarandas
I see him walking
each morning at
his constant time
even when the sun still
half asleep hides behind
overburdened clouds
Sometimes he
waves and
sometimes he
smiles but
mostly he just
walks on looking
down the road to
where I wonder
And I only
watch him briefly
now and again
on days when
I am able and
on days when
I am not I know
that he is there
Until the day when
I look out and see
that he has reached
his destination traced
by constant footsteps
beneath the outstretched
limbs of jacarandas
along the far wall
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Along the far wall
beneath the outstretched
limbs of jacarandas
I see him walking
each morning at
his constant time
even when the sun still
half asleep hides behind
overburdened clouds
Sometimes he
waves and
sometimes he
smiles but
mostly he just
walks on looking
down the road to
where I wonder
And I only
watch him briefly
now and again
on days when
I am able and
on days when
I am not I know
that he is there
Until the day when
I look out and see
that he has reached
his destination traced
by constant footsteps
beneath the outstretched
limbs of jacarandas
along the far wall