
I went out for a walk and thought about a lot of things including you and how my crooked steps criss-crossed with yours I also thought about the cruel tricks that time can play and how our expectations can get drowned in monotony I thought about the way that death outsmarts medicine and the way that love in kind outsmarts even death I walked across a field where I used to throw a ball and felt underneath my feet a larger ball that circled around one larger still I walked past a library where I once found a book that had a map that showed the path between childhood and old age I walked across a bridge and saw the cars pass underneath and inside each one one heart at least I listened to the birds until I almost understood what they were trying to tell me about you, and death, and love