A Long Walk

I could walk on water
If the lake, in reverence
Would freeze where I stepped,
A tiptoe, feathertouch, ethereal.

The winds, however, I know
Are irreverent...
They pass through me
Stealing wisps, of misty nothingness.

Yesterday, in the ashes,
I caught few embers - amber
They glistened blue, slithering
Down, through my singed palm.

In the elements, today, I have failed
To find proximity, companionship.
The moss on rocks dries up,
And sea-gulls fly away where I walk.

Perhaps my soul, like me, is destined,
To walk the byways and alleys,
Looking askance, shielding eyes,
From sweaty auburn sunsets.

Feb 15th, 2009.