The walk to you: A poem 

These reflections give directions that don’t pause with time 

From the lessons you teach me, I am humble and sublime 

I think I walk with the looming infinitive, though much intuitive 

With no lurking fantasies but not restive; thus, I die and live 

I can be gallant, can be valiant; but restrained is my gait 

I can finish first in the marathon, yet I patiently wait 

I am not fluid yet am forthcoming like a mountain, not a brook 

And even when my earth tremored, my citadels never shook 

I am not high on sugar; my insulin never runs out 

I am miraculously walking without a shadow of doubt 

My jetliner scrawls boldly on the guts of my sky 

your name that is both deep and high in my eye 

The clock is always ticking, but patience is timeless 

Patience has eternity in its terrace, hope in its trellis 

The long walk to you; and you end up saying: Shoo! 

I walk away, but will come back again, without a rue