by Sarah Chandler
~ Do you count your days in footsteps? In strollers? In sunlight?
Cement and concrete
Below my feet
I take a peek at the patterns
And the places
Where tiny rocks gather
Solid, safe, secure
What was it was like
To move your entire being
From a quarry of friends
To this square of sidewalk?
City stones
Bricks, brownstone, marble
Are your family now
You
The eyes of
Our neighborhood
My commute
My shabbat walk
Sometimes the trees
Insist that their roots
Decorate your patterns
And Your cracks keep my steps whole Each journey down the ...
