the water tastes like stone and turns our skin softly crystalline when we sweat

a Spring
walk
in the late
morning.

ocean
all around
me.

from one
island,
across
a bridge,
to another.

a friend
drives by
in his truck.
we both
wave.
i have known
him
for many years,
we rarely see
each other
anymore.

a woman
pushing
a stroller,
a dog
leashed
to it,
takes a
path
i was hoping
for.

i walk on
behind her,
hesitate,
and pivot
back
the way
i came.

i did not
want
the discomfort
of trailing
her,
speeding up
to
overtake,
the awkward
few moments
where we walk
astride.

the change
in direction
matters
not.

every path
contains
beauty.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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