Long Walks

Long Walks

Time isn't short, and neither am I,

not a giant, and not a native,

I slowly make my way east, my destination is far.

Taxis and buses, they blur the shops,

the scaffolding, the art of the street,

I prefer my own pace, my own soundtrack.

A siren and pioneer in her own right,

she sings stories I have lived

and others I could never truly understand.

Complexions and histories,

paths crossed but divergent,

she walks with me as I look back.

A masterpiece most will never notice

it calls to me, take the risk, capture this moment

and I do, then recreate the scene, moving my own pieces on the board

I light up, inhale the mile high air,

the sun beats down on her face, not just in my ears

but on my arms as well, legends that made me who I am.