Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

Random walk

Looking backwards, I can see

mistily, the shape of things:

the steps which, added up, construct

my life.

Most of the steps are small,

following, if not a line,

at least some vague direction.

Once in a while, though, they seem

to switch a gear, and take a lurch

at some acute, unmeasured angle.

Last September, meeting you.

The world looks different now.