Meeting Me

I expect it is safe
to walk further along this track.

Retracing my steps
would be a long way back.

It is early. And daylight.

I don’t suppose
I’ll be attacked
by a maniac

or come face to face
with a flasher
in a dirty mac.

I wonder if that is what was passing through
the mind of the person who
looked so startled
as I stepped out of the shadow?

‘Hello.’