Waterfront
by Mike Giuffrida
©Mike Giuffrida 2002

Footsteps along concrete,
Drumming to the composition of the bay,

An open passage to, out, and Beyond the anxieties of my day,

As my thoughts echo against the almost non-existent current

Next to me,

I am enchanted again,
As I am greeted,

Acknowledged,
And am enchanted because becoming tranquil can be quite incredible after a day at work,

An hour in traffic,

"Hey Brotha"

I was uplifted entirely that night the lights were out at the water front,

All lamps,

I felt the fishermen,

The runners,

The lovers,

The passersby,