Sad?

Across from me on the 33 bus:

her shopping bags were brimming,

carrots still with their tops, low fat milk

and nutritious, multi-grain bread.

As we rode for many blocks,

she was talking, maybe a bit too loud,

sometimes laughing,

in conversation

with someone not there.

She seemed sad, I judged.

And, yet I know nothing

of the fullness of a life

lived in her world.

Where did I find sadness?

It is fall

Wet pavement after the Equinox─

beautiful patterns evoke memories.

The air has a faint chill, it is fall.

Summer’s ease begins to fade.

Intricacy

I don’t question

the intricacy that

coping and aging requires.

But, I am glad

I don’t forget

what it once took

to navigate my world.

Metaphor

Of course, blue moon is metaphor.

As the second full moon appeared

over the city rooftops it seemed,

like distant love, so very real.