March 20, 2014

on the road


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.