Sunday, April 20
many times when we come to a halt, our eyes wonder about as our pace stops.
gazing into the river, i saw not myself but someone else.
the reflections were crystal clear, not quite like my usual dilemma.
like a kid who'd just unwrapped her present, delighted with her new company.
footprints mark the calender, counting eight steps to the time of layover?
while we sit and play, rules we must abide.
the funny someone did make my heart skip.