talk a lot
one time our world’s collided
like a fork in the river
suddenly our mood changed
the current came to life
playing the rocks like a treacherous
we were falling too
trying to grasp the moment
catch an inlet and pool up our thoughts.
the day became sad
clouded by murky, kicked up sand
sidewalk misery seemed
we had no where to go
I remember feeling like our world was reaching the crest, the dam
the locks were tight
without any open water holding our bodies
just those rough currents
afraid to look each other in the eye.
We were in our natural gait
creating streams in the cities.