I passed a woman on my

early morning walk today

and as I did I said, ‘Morning’.

She looked up from her little dog

who was peeing against a tree and said,

‘Mornin’, then we went our separate ways,

she with her dog and me with my thoughts.


I walked on, over the railway bridge,

past the purple buddleia growing out of

the cracked pointing between the bricks,

I looked down the silver tracks then up to the sky,

it was beautiful, soft and gentle, gold and pink

under light clouds and so peaceful, so very peaceful,

just to walk in that light was healing.


I paused for a moment and felt sorry

that I had missed the opportunity to share

more with the woman and her dog.


As I made my way home

over the iron footbridge

further down the track

to my great good fortune

I met the woman with the dog again,

I wasn’t going to miss my chance

a second time so I nodded to the sky

and said, ‘Beautiful sky this morning’.


A broad smile spread across her face

and she said, ‘And a beautiful moon last night’.