Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Poetry Cavalcade 22: Imagined in Heisler Park
On a narrow path, high up
A cliff by the Pacific
You paced me, again
Stride for stride
Hip to hip.
Left to my own devices
My feet will follow my thoughts
Too fast/too slow
I'm not built for it
Like the shape of a seal.
So I will watch your stride
Match it best I can
Look where you look,
Be myself through you.
For none of this is real
Certainly not the people
The beach was just shipped in
So what is left to be true--
Stride for stride, and
Hip to hip.
