With hair pressed flat To the skin, Passing car sculpture. They stood as one, His body's gentle pressure Dissuading movement. She trustingly obeyed. He stood firm in the midst Of the turning vehicles, Thoughtlessly propelled by Drivers oblivious to His task at hand. He adeptly begins the walk, Body rippling with attention.
Every movement has purpose.
He maneuvers her safely past The center boulevard, the Half-way hazard. Without turning his head He sees all he needs to see. He's working, taking his Responsibility in cool stride, Alert to the very bones. As they reach their destination I feel the Love surge through My body for this beautiful, Loving expression of life. I Want to race out and embrace Him with the Love of the Divine.