Tuesday, September 30, 2008


I stood out on the street
as the drunken city hurtled past,
the rushing people
broke around me in eddies,
I was the creek stone--
the bit of bracken changing the flow
with head hanging chin to chest
my top-most branch snapped,
let me down,
and I sank inside
as you turned on your heel,
disappearing into the too-bright darkness--
into the cabs and the tunnels and the noise,
back to continue your unknown,
while I was left
to weigh this aberrant ache--
this unexpected denial,
against those mysteries
locked behind your eyes
and my eyes,
and against everything I can't be sure of anymore...

My breath steamed in the thin air.

Then I too walked away.