A Heterogeneous Series of Independent Acts

I saw it ambling down the road
Toward me, and I was not I
But glad. It could have come on fast.

It could have come so slowly I
Could not have met it at the last.
I was glad, not I but glad, not.

It seemed to know its face,
Seemed to know I knew it studied
Me. I nodded. Off, at the last.