An Evenings Saunter
At eventide I go out on my daily pilgrimage
Not to far, but a world apart
Slowly I inch, feeling my way
The impact of my heels and the roll of my foot
Slowing, with a strange impetus
I am propelled forward
Feeling the next foot hit the ground
For hours I walk, noticing every little nuance
The tightness of a leg muscle, or the weight of my jackets
Breathing deeply and thoroughly
Feeling the cool crisp air enter my nose
Filling my lungs and diaphragm
Finally extolling the warm stale air
Noticing how my abdomen collapses
Gazing always upward, towards the sky
I see the aurora of the setting sun
Sending its last gasping rays into the firmament
I see the birds merrily flitting by
Singing farewell to the day
I see the tops of trees dance
To welcome the healing night
I watch as the light gentle breeze
Kicks into a desperate grating howl
II
Suddenly I am stopped
Question by police
A suspect character is lurking
Somewhere in the dark
They think its me
Under my large dread hat
They search my pockets
And only find my pen
Asking me about it I reply
The pen is mightier than the sword
They laugh that off and questions continue
Why are you walking and where are you going
I walk for tranquility and towards no destination
It is oftentimes proven that the path we walk is
Irrelevant compared to the manner we walk it
Finally, after affirming the truth of my heart
The police allow me to progress, but still I remain
III
Turning to the police, I speak with love
Thanking them for their service towards community
I take their hands in mine, and bow my head to them
They in like manner shake my hands, and thank me
With a tearful eye
IV
I continue on my merry way
Commencing to feel everything along my path
Noticing the sun completely gone
The rain has appeared
I take time to feel, taste, breath, smell, and hear
Each and every drop that hits my raiment
Moving my legs forward, I feel the muscles contract
The weight of the water is slowing my down
And I take delight in that
samsaria said,
December 29, 2011 @ 2:53 am
Very nice.
One step at a time.
One line at a time.
A feeling, an atmosphere and a story emerging.
Thank you.