Night Walk

You can’t avoid change by staying in one place.  Everyone knows or senses that. Our neighborhood is changing.  There are new apartment houses going up just across the creek. An entire block of apartments that will add hundreds of new people.  Big changes. Uncertainty.

Night Walk


I pull my feet in and out of darkness

Down the middle of a broad street that can’t be seen.


I stay far away from dark sidewalks,

pathways long broken by tree roots

lifted by the feet and toes of giants

who began their work many years ago

In this old neighborhood of patched houses

A quilt of aged beauties slumbering in the night.


Streetlights some lit mostly not

make deep unmoved shadows of trees.

I cross the old foot bridge over the slow creek

that shelters ducks

and hear the water rolling below and the trees sigh above


Crossing over the bridge I meet

The construction pine smell of newly upright wood

Ribbed bones, vertical, unclad and standing stark against the sky.

The neighborhood-to-be waits behind a chain linked fence.

hard hat signs and warnings

a trailer office with a single light

a watchful eye on open acres

filled with crunching machines squat in the dim light.

Ready to drill, fill and move whatever mountain

needs to appear or disappear.


I turn and listen to the old houses across the bridge

a wind-chime powered world

where the old neighbors wonder

who will come fill the skeleton shells of buildings

with coffee and bacon smells?

Who will come to walk the now naked streets?

How long before their little planted trees

are strong enough

to join their towering, well-rooted cousins across the way?


Will they stay until their houses become homes?

Will they quietly move through lit and unlit walkways

Stopping now and again to listen

to the creek sounds

to cross the bridge at night

carrying potluck meals to the old side of town.

Author: talks2trees

I'm a recent writer and retired teacher. Married for more than half my life to Ariana I am content now to travel with her to warm places while snow swirls around our home in upstate NY where we live two houses away from my son, daughter-in-law and three grandchildren. Our daughter lives just a block away so our decision to travel is not without a consequence. However we have taken very few vacations in our married life so this journey, that starts in Costa Rica, is very new.

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