The road is curved,
slant light
obscures the view
silent companion
holds a wrinkled hand
old love sparkles
still boy to her girl,
they skip across the bridge
playing at love, seriously
his smile
unwraps her heart
like a rosebud.
belly rises and falls
skin spun silk
sleeping baby.
grandchild giggles,
gives birth
to grandparents
bouncing ball
laughing children
hot sidewalk
cold and delicious
peach ice cream drips
down the arm
thunder roars
lighting the sky
electric rain
fog around the edges
softens pain
early light
reflects purple clouds
in a puddle
hovering dove
wings shudder
cooing mate
mid-summer heat
screaming cicada
toad listens.
stillness calls
to inner space
soul at peace
her Martha side
sits with her Mary side
just to be with God
March, march heart
make outrageous music
now… and now… and now.
A compass points
the path is all detour
 to the gift of now.
©WabiSabi 2012
Shared with Poets United ‘bridge’