Aw

I meet you time and time again
The shingle stones beneath our feet
I turn the corner and you are there
Your black cardigan wrapped tightly around you
bound tightly to your chest
the changeable wind messing with your hair.
Every turn
Every wave
Every call
Hello ambivalence!
Good to see you and know you still care…
Or do you even notice when I am not there?
We greet, we meet, we exchange pleasantries with a warm knowing smile
I wave you on…”Goodbye! See you again in a while.”
The path crunches on
The pines stand tall.
I see you there crouching and shivering
Your face to the wall
“Don’t look at me” you tremble
“I am nothing..no one at all”
You look sad
I surrender
I offer you a hand up from the floor
“No! Leave me” you say “this is my home. I am not worth it all”
I carry your sad vignette like a heavy stone from a broken wall
The path leads me on…I follow it now at a crawl
Mania comes next – like the fool about to fall
Oblivious and loud – “There is nothing to see here at all!”
We jest and we fumble
Funny shoes make us fall
The laughter contagious
Drowning out what came before
The energy is exhausting but the gaiety is the ALL
For a moment of suspension
How the mighty do fall
But there is pain in that chuckle – it frightens me
Life can’t only simply always be a ball?
The path winds on.. I feel the thrill of them all
Friends, soldiers, parts of me
Familiar companions and dangerous peers
one for me … and one for all!
This path has its visitors _ I can see that clearly now
With a precious single silken solitary red thread that runs through it all.