You stand there,
fixed with an intention
as I walk with uncertainty,
looking for street lights
in this cold, dark eleven thirty air.
The damp cement casts
small, vertical white clouds,
breathing out the day’s frustrations
telling me it’s empty; save for some
taxis lining up for a late catch.
Tall, intimidating walls of
this giant we hail ‘GS’ greet
me in a nonchalant way.
And my feet carried me to its
lonely, awkwardly angled corners –
where fixed intentions meet.
Taking a sharp turn,
I walk towards the
almost-erased street sign.
There I stand feeling pierced
by sharp, eager eyes probing.
But then, there you are.
You with your intention,
heading toward me.