when the moment hangs so heavy

there right there in front

unexpected after a turn up a street

so that you remember the weight of time

and when you first felt its pressure

again and again these encounters

seemingly stochastic but you know better

look up at the derelict casements

and cracked glass windowpanes

the peeling impermanent glory of ordinary passage

the gritty testament to the beauty of wearing down

with their comfort walk on and take care

to step on each spider-webbed crack in the sidewalk