I saw them,
leaning against the rail
with grey curls circling their faces.
They were in animated conversation.
Their eyes were glued
to the waters, I think.
The wind blew their housedresses
about their knees.
Frowns and furrows
made ridges on their foreheads.
They giggled with laughter.
Not out of the ordinary, you say.
Certainly a commonplace happening.
The hazy sun was evident,
but most of the surroundings, blurred.
I could have stepped
into their conversation.
They would have welcomed me.
But I did not.
It was with a start
that I realized I was the visitor.
placed me in their time.
I had broken stride
and found me another world.