Midnight Excursion

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.
The midnight excursion
placed me in their time.
I had broken stride

and found me another world.

2 Responses to Midnight Excursion

  1. maria wulf March 14, 2012 at 1:59 am #

    Oh what a great feeling. The outsider by choice.

  2. Veronica April 11, 2012 at 5:28 pm #

    Maria, Thank you for the different perspective. Never thought of it that way!

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