What Crosses My Mind

  • Embrace Each Other

    One day, a gentleman asked, ‘Do you know what life means?’ to the young boy standing on the playground. The boy replied, “to me old man, it is the perfect swish in the basketball hoop.’ The gentleman smiled and continued his walk. He wound around the corner, onto skid row of the neighborhood, where he…

  • When I Walk

    I use the sidewalk most of the time, that’s what I’m told. If I walk in the street so sublime, I might be thought old. When I was a child we used the pavement, back then there weren’t walks we could stroll on the left side, no argument, while having one of our talks. I…

  • A Measure of Intelligence

    It happened again, the world turned upside down, only for a minute, while everyone crawled out. upon the pavement, each one stunned and smiling, that deep cavern, contains so much mystery, that we can’t hide, that which we can never disappear, deep down inside, remains the world we will challenge, always waiting, wondering how the…

  • I Was Walking

    Alone in the city an arctic mass of wind and ice each step a crunch  while eyes scanned the surroundings I felt the wet perspiration on my forehead, lips, cheeks begin to freeze while I moved. I glanced through open windows to see lives at dinner time each one comforting the other with songs of…

  • Walking

    I remember walking slowly I wondered what all the excitement was about walking, listening, visualizing, together I remember only thinking about you I wondered, while our steps continued Would you ever wonder about me In the same manner I always left my curiosity about you, a few steps behind, just out of reach I remember…

  • Crosswalks

    I was walking nearby you again Uninvolved yet driven by eyes On a quiet afternoon Sunlight peaking into the early dusk We often cross paths While one occupies their space Perhaps each one curious in face Drawing close indicators of need Each free spirit whole; nature’s eloquence Plays human condition lottery … ~ I was…

  • The Walk was more Telling

    We used to do this all the time I’d knock on your door Hear the creak in the steps just before Your hand played the handle’s rhyme   This sunny afternoon in our august Our lives were together Yet the cavernous weather Had begun to take notice of our lust   We always played the…