I saw a man walking
and as I passed him
in the misting rain,
I felt his aching bones.
I saw a man walking
as his cane brushed
against the clean evergreens
and became my bike.
I saw a man walking
and as I nodded to him
my head became his head
and I felt the pain of age.
I saw a man walking
through the forest as
he texted a friend,
tapping his hands on his cane.
I saw a man walking,
tripping, falling, and
felt his pain in my own legs,
and cried at his broken cane.
I saw a man walking
but the man was deceitful
for he appeared to be a boy.
I saw a boy walking
and the boy paused
as the evergreens brushed his bike.
I saw a boy walking
through the cool green forest,
pausing, texting a friend.
I saw a boy walking
as the cool rain beats down,
soaking his hair and face.
I saw a boy walking
and I remembered the
wet hands were my hands
and the drenched soul was my soul.
I saw myself walking
as the thoughts persisted,
the leaves rustled,
and superfluous technology cracked against rock.
