I stopped to meet a man today surrounded by his walker. He needed a little more space to stay a stable pace without a falter. ‘Twas to my pride but mostly luck, that I this time did not deny his slow and gnarled like gait through said passage that was mine to take. He had a little hat upon his head. Neatly folded and serenely molded. Cloth it seemed, instead of new, with sideways, tilted, falling off of head. In fact it seemed a shape to me faintly reminiscent of the sea. A simple shape, to be sure. As all […]
Other Losses
Poem: I Met A Man
Thursday, December 30, 2010