Every so often as we move along the trail We meet those who walk along beside us Some for just a few steps before a direction change Others a step and two - you start looking for a bus
So rare when out of nowhere a sojourner steps in At least that's what it seems to be ...then after a time You realize you really don't know who joined who So rare is the honor given and recieved that sublime
Is the word that seems fitting due to.. its rarity of use ... ... height and breadth of its inclusionary valuation Finding the courage to walk the highwire of conversation Without a net and that is not the normal inclination
A breath of fresh air through a dusty dead air space Conversation so often drags along creating a rut But time harmonizing along the trail a foot or endless mile Has a key to locked doors and inspired need to open windows
That I as I'm sure ,like so many others, have..... at some sad impulse driven moment ...nailed shut !!