The Walk

And was this just a sign that turned my face to hunt you out, my friend?

Cutting across the bridge over that never-ending stream of traffic; the incandescent, restless roar deafening my ears.



















For one precious, fleeting moment, I glimpsed your reflection. I'm sure you looked too, deep into the mirror. A crumbling artifice, brick-built and decaying.




























These were intimations of mortality on my way to greet you ...























A hidden glance through the fog-bound reaches of a naked tree - just hanging there.



















And then you were in my sights! A call to drink deep.





















How long have I waited to find you? Your boundless, seeded energy seeping out from each pierced portal. The green springs of hope.




















I stood silent for a second, admiring your beauty before me. And then I called ... did you hear me?




























Just waiting for you to knock. Ready to open my door, to let you in.