Touchstones
My morning walk was rainy;
My feet were soaking wet.
Though I had an umbrella,
Every puddle was a threat.
My mask fogged up my glasses
And the sky was pre-dawn dark.
There weren’t many people out
On paths inside the park.
Yet even dressed in rain gear
With my hat pulled down real low,
My sunrise buddies spotted me
And called out a hello.
I recognized them both as well
By looks and also gait,
Our morning shout-outs the reminders
Of a former state
When strangers were compadres
In the urban life I knew,
Reduced now to my touchstones,
Our good mornings right on cue.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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