January 24, 2021:
A sad sprinkling of silent cold tears.
Walking east on the riverside trail,
I stopped to listen …
thought I’d heard a voice singing or crying.
The voice stopped as I scanned the riverbank,
there was a person sitting on the ground
barely visible through the thick brush.
I circled back walking closer,
hoping to hear the voice again,
was it sad as I imagined?
Moved closer to the river on a well-used path
to take a picture of the row of forgotten pilings
supporting new life in the air, above high water.
It was a woman’s voice. Without moving,
I got a glimpse of her colorful leggings
stretched out on the path ahead.
. . .