The sky wept freely
As gravity ushered watery needles back to their source.
Two naked eyes looked on at nameless faces
Playing fleeting cameos amongst the cold concrete set.
I savour the sights, the sounds, the smells,
And the silences between my steps;
Each one, a step closer to my evening’s dream-soaked conclusion.
And down those stairs,
Behind those curtains,
And through that door
A hundred unimagined scenes unfold
With a nod, a stare, a shiver, and a glance;
Each moment a tapestry of gestures
For which my tired bones are grateful.