What I saw yesterday afternoon and how it haunted me

The yellow lights fell on the railway track

making the area look dirty and more neglected.

an old man made his way up the steps to the pedestrian bridge-

the one that covers the freeway.

He made his way half across

then stood, leaning against the wire fence

and looked down at the traffic.

I passed him on my way to town

and I passed him on my way back an hour later.

He had not moved.

If I grow old, I thought

I too will stand on that old bridge

and watch the traffic for an hour before heading back

to whatever lonely spot I call home.