Limping People

    I notice them now,
    Though I never used to,
    Limping along with
    A gait like mine:
    The trembling knee,
    The steadying cane,
    The many I’ve been ignoring.

    I dreamt last night
    Of meeting someone,
    We were younger then
    With nothing minding:
    Coffee and conversation.
    I went on ahead.  We’d
    Meet by the way

    Some place, my dream
    Non-specific.  I saw
    It last night like an older film
    Her gentle looks confounding. 
    I’ll hold the tiller till the
    Dream dies away my
    Thoughts stay full of longing.