Blessing

A passage of time slips inside of curved wind around trash, bends the forms of buildings, slices the exposed areas of skin and nerves and touch, night hovers shadows. Feet slap the ground beside groaning cars and flashing lights and mirrors of the self flash in reflective storefront windows. A vehicle sounds the horn; startled, I see a welcome, familiar face. My friend is here in this churning city, in my swiss-cheese life, in reality, here to mark another ring on history. Here to motivate, in this place, to concentrate focus on those fretful steps ahead that await. I smile at him in humble appreciation, my closest friend.