Don’t consider

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.