Im Memoriam: Robert Heffernan

Pablo, He wandered barefoot to feel the sand across time with a cigarette like someone on his way to catch a bus i first saw him in a sari sitting on a boulder with the light behind him like a halo watching the masses pass beneath him with their packs along a trail in Allegheny Forest in single file. The hand that held his smoke resting casually so it touched the ground like Buddha "my debt is paid" The sun was warm, so I laid down my bundle and sat beside him the conversation followed the moon and swayed like the tide it had no beginning or end first silent, then set to music, then silent again or over coffee and laughter or sad nods and regret still it continues somewhere he is still lost in Amsterdam 7 days late for his plane.