April, 2009
Beyond
Beyond the now,
between words and silence,
between memories,
between steps childish and not,
there is a path
that leads down steel staircases,
through empty playgrounds,
across wooden bridges,
and ends at your doorstep.
And there you are,
the question on your face;
a new silence.
Returning
Rained hours ago
damp pavement
almost soft -
quiet on the feet:
step, step, pause, step.
The air articulates
clarity
as do the colors,
and their scent:
breathe, look, blink, breathe.
Use the sidewalk
as a memory
to the corner house,
which now -
beat, beat, skip, beat
lives
in my childhood
and not beyond.