converging

you think the turn in the road can't come soon enough

then in a blink

you are

walking behind

someone

you do not know

a man

with

strong calf muscles

shuddering like earthquakes

rolling waves

sinewy tattoos

soft stepping in the dirt

over snake holes

and arched branches

like wobbly wooden rainbows

in browns and golds

you catch up

matching paces

hello.

hello.

the patience of trees

line the way

holding space

he stops

open mouthed

in awe

you want to stop 

but 

the road

turns.