Walk

yes, conflicting matrices of concern-
one step, ever onward, undescribed the rhythm goes.
scaffold I-beams decked with plywood
like a giant body model,
wind-murmuring tree beside it
jigsawed into crude wood wall 'round construction site.

now silent tree
now light-bathed gentle the building's jagged lines.
now I let be
now to moments due course my hard held day reclines.