Sidewalk 68

I won’t pre­sume here,
to have some answer
although I received a sign – you have received a sign.
this one turn around a cor­ner of con­crete
and I had to stop and the obvi­ous­ness and the beauty of it.
On the side­walk it said ‘sig­nals’ which means noth­ing, but I made
up a story that I told myself enough times to make it matter.

A friend called me and I called back. She had been away, and I had been away
although I hadn’t moved. It was my mind and not my heart that was away.
And still, in spite of know­ing that, through and through, I did this:
I thought:
“well”, I thought, which is what I do,
but the moment called for a moment,
for my heart, for hers, my friend,
And nei­ther one of us showed up.

Light changes.