ON TRACK

ON TRACK        

I meet her occasionally;

we touch, talk,

remain briefly side by side.        

Then, unique in stride,

we separate,

a step at a time –

she, jogging, doing,             

not pressing me;                      

I, walking, composing,

not slowing her.  

          

Amazing grace and gravity

maintain the orbit                                                     

circling our commonality.

                                                     

Dennis R. Keefe,                          

2/11/09