I think of
a word, simple and sacred.
Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of
slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts
swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck
and tries to make sense. Walk—
an idea so pedestrian
the mind boggles, and my feet start to
argue. For what better way to escape the mundane,
court a birdsong, be astonished by
forests enchanted. Now,
I shall walk!
For Midweek Motif, Walk, at Poets United.
process note: When I saw the prompt, I was excited at first. But soon after, I got totally blocked because there is walking, and walking. The latter, for me, is like a prayer. And, how do I begin to write about something so personal! I only hope I did the prompt justice.
As it happens, I’m about to embark on a whole lot of walking as we travel from city to city around the country. This means I’ll either have a WI-FI connection or not depending on where we are. So, I apologize in advance for slow reading and responding to comments.