Not seeing you, then colliding with you on that step
had my heart banging like the hammers of hell.
My eyes sought out the ground with a heart
I put to bed so many years ago;
silently waiting for the one who might never come.
The ravages of being human spike and stiffen
as autumn steals in, tearing summer away from our bodies.
There is nothing ordinary about this,
so I watch you with your meditative graces.
Your hair, knotted tendrils winding down your spine that
frame your face like brass around a locked box;
another place I’ll never know because I cannot find the key.