Mostly Poetry

Lowered eyes capture
This dull gray surface
Silent steps, quiet breeze
And the occasional horn

Step after step
The moment carries me
To far off places
Of yesterday’s walkways

Sand and beaches
Wind and rain
Rocks and gunshots
The heartache of loneliness

Step after step
This flat hard surface
Runs beneath my tired feet
To the tune of the person sleeping on it

Step after step
Focused and silent
I see nothing but light
And suddenly, it hits me…

~wbv