Two Hips and A Doorframe
where the road leads
Just. Let’s. Walk. Together.
Both in and out of time
Your hip is on mine
Consider the one hundred years between this dimly lit sidewalk
And the playful interceptions now cemented in time
If there is light on the path,
Let our footsteps decide
To the questioning darkness ahead -
Let the answer be our wandering.
Please, don't quench the diversion of our departures
By calculating their arrivals
With your hip on mine
I will brave another open door,
Let the wind spill through and greet me
Until that portrait of the beyond shows up to meet me.
Though the limited view may be my exit
And the same obscure outline, your entry
We must roam knowing that from this side to the other
Nothing is ever promised
Except for the view! This lone moment:
the threshold between forever gone and never before
Put your hip on mine
And walk with me
Let. That. Be. Enough.