I am out walking a field path
light is failing.
In the distance I see a man
coming in my direction.

The path between us
twists and turns.
There are gullies and hills.
Deceptive perspectives
shifting horizons.

The light is poor
but we are drawing nearer.
The trail unwinding
into a line of sight.

He is close
but does not seem to notice me.
We converge like twilight does-
between two dreams.

Now I see myself
head down
walking into view.

I recall once
that I was out too late
as the dark came upon me.

Until this moment
I thought I had made it home.






















(C) Eric Ashford June 08