I Saw Her Coming



About one block
Into my morning run
My moment of solitude
Listening to birds
Feeling the rain
Leftover rain
Last night’s rain
Peering over
Leaves’ edges
Before completing
Their journey
Plunging to the pavement
I saw her coming
A half block away
Do you ever feel like
Not talking?
I mean really
Not talking?
Maybe I could
Commence my running
Pick up my pace
Smile and wave
Hurry on by
I stopped
In the sun
I stopped
In the burning-through-
Hot sun
I stopped
We talked
And we talked
We talked
About her son
Normally with her
A man with a disability
He is her constant companion
When he is in daycare
A respite
For her
A break
For her
Relief from his 35 years
For her
So she walks
And she talks
If one stops
For her

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

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2 Responses to “I Saw Her Coming”

  1. maskednative Says:

    Beautifully written poem, …birds feeling the rain….peering over leaves’ edges, and then your solitude ended with your description of the heat, but your compassion didn’t. Bless you Tom.

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