The Road

The road ribbons out
leading from
somewhere
to nowhere

A lonely gate
by that one house
welcoming
beckons

The Atlantic
speaks
in the distance
of distant winds

The sun wanly
shines between
marching clouds
receding

What will that step
lead me to
off that road
not further west

Visit

You came to my door
something was familiar
although we had never
met before but on-line

I saw your curls
but that didn't register
I heard your voice racing
with excitement at seeing me

Speaking your own language
which I'm trying to learn
You handed me something
precious

An unspoken promise
Which is mine for the taking
Leaving me speechless
for its incredible tenderness

It took me some time
I was not sure
but I cannot forget

your eyes

Still

It was still
when I returned,
your seat occupied
by your patient black friend

I miss
hearing your voice
I miss
seeing your smile

I miss
sensing your friendship
I miss
you