As I walk to work

As I walk to work
In springtime
I think of you
As some one who
I’d walk to work for
Across a hardwood floor
And think as scented dust arose
Of coming home to kiss your toes.

As I walk to work
In summertime
I think of you
As some one who
I’d skip home for
Across sandy beaches
And think as the sun bleaches
of being fair to you
And fairer too, to you, than those of yore.

As I walk to work
In autumn
I think of you
As some one who
I could run hand in hand
With through the leaves that land
In yellow and golden folds
And then peel them gently off our skin
Like serpents shedding when their sleeps begin.

As I walk to work
In winter
I think of you
As some one who
I’d risk the cold for
And who’d leave the ice outside
And not inside the door, but would be warm
And without harm
To those whose need for calm
Goes on before.


Simon BJ [an old poem, 22nd May 2009 post]