the walk along the cobbled stones was nothing new
the walk that is
I’d been doing it since 2 years old to hear my mother tell
the cobbled stones these were the wonder
keeping eyes somewhat downcast so as to not twist an ankle
despite the well cushioned supporting footwear
no sight was lost to the eddied waters along which these feet perambulated
how many generations have stepped these stones
were they once level and straight
has the weight of centuries caused them to buckle
under the storied lives they’ve carried
as the water rises and falls
supplies the nearby homes commerce shops and others
attempting at the good life along these cumulative shores
I awe at the fact that I find myself here
in another life
within my own a time capsule
keeping stock of the tick of my days
within this grand narrative
this chapter among so many
the life of humanity