The road is quiet tonight, the berth wide. An almost
full moon lights the way, one big round, too distant
from anything to be able to befriend another soul.
As I walk I hear my feet pad along, no other footsteps
in tandem. One does not contrive a friendship for this
journey. One does not go out one day and say, hey, will
you be the one I share my secrets with. One does not
choose from a lineup the soul you give yours to. One
doesn’t slap down a check in return for time spent. No,
one does not accord friendship this way. The opening
of a heart is a delicate operation. The road is quiet tonight,
the berth wide. I walk alone knowing You alone are with me.