Walking
This month, I pay the bills late,
writing stories of who I used to be.
It could have been different if I took longer walks,
observing the small changes in the street -
if I had my abandon to cover an entire length
of a street name. I bought new shoes today
for work and thought of traveling weightless -
to leave my habitual bag from my shoulder
and see how my body moves. Maybe tomorrow
I'll finally remember to straighten out my back,
to swing my arms loose like I had been walking for hours -
not wanting to know where my steps will take me.
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A spiritual poet in the Seattle area exhibits his poems.
2 comments:
Really well written. I love it.
"...and thought of traveling weightless - to leave my habitual bag from my shoulder".
Reminds me of looking within and discarding what is un-necessary. When you say habitual bag, it reminds me of a kind of routine some people seem to get in. What do we carry around with us on a daily basis? - and what can we leave behind?
"not wanting to know where my steps will take me."
Very nice. That line by itself points to living in the present, from which past and future have no substance.
much Love,
Jake
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