Waterfall

Sitting on this wall
River quietly flowing behind me,
Waiting to see you
Waiting,
To see your smile.

Cars stopping, starting
As lights slowly change.
People with purpose
Striding by.
A mother, a child
And difficult to know
Which is less happy.
The tramp
With more meaning in his sack
Than I have held
In all my life.
Men in their suits
And in their minds
Already
Behind the desk.
All these living
Moving to their future

And
If you don’t show
I simply
Fall

Backwards