I watched him
He stepped out into sunshine
Stood staring around as if lost
Then took ten steps to stare at the sign
Memorial Hospital was what it read
And I couldn't imagine what thoughts
Were transpiring inside his head
I followed at a distance
To see what his day would bring
No thought of interacting or distracting
Just along with him I would string
He walked along for a mile or two
Just taking in the sights
And I almost started laughing out loud
As he fell backwards staring at some kites
Felt better when he took a  seat
He just seemed to find pleasure walking
Easily he was distracted
By the birds the flowers or the kites
To these he was extremely attracted
What goes through his mind
This huge hulking man... like was carved of stone
On the third day he sat on a bench for 5 hours
Staring out at the ocean seeing something only he was shown
Those 5 days that early June I followed him
9 a.m. to Twilight's dimming veil
So Friday morning was as usual
8:30 a.m. coffee at the Sidewalk Cafe
When I saw him standing at the rail
Once I noticed him he stepped around and approached
Excuse me he said  do I know you?
I've noticed you've been following me
But I haven't known what to do
I think... I think I have it figured out though
Then he smiled a smile and cocked his head
I'd be very pleased if today you would walk with me
Unless you'd like to continue following instead
Although....
he softly said ...I'd be grateful
To share with you each wonderful new surprise
And share the joy on your face knowing
That I'm seeing it all for the first time through your father's eyes

There are some things in life that are not to be denied for right then and there I laid my head down on my crossed arms and I cried and I cried  wondering if i can  regain my ability to talk as he stood quietly, solid as a stone until I looked up and said thank you I'd love to join you on your walk.
My name is ...............................

Go ahead and shout,
You'll find I don't really care--
I think it's rather cute
When you give me that glare.

keep it simple
just a wrinkle
calm as flower

pedaling fingerfelt winter sun

(if only
if only)

If I feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll try again Anyway
What's to be but what's to lose,
There's too much haze, too much snooze,
I sleep it off,
This heavy cloud,
The break of dawn. I win.
Another day another light,
Another date another sin.
If I can feel tomorrow this sad abyss
I might just die of lonesomeness...