Poetry: Taking a Walk

Taking a simple walk
The smell of sand and rocks
Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass

Why walk when you can run?
Why run when you can fly?
But don’t get ahead, stay present and have fun
Enjoy the walk while it’s still a simple walk

Now it’s time, pick up the pace!
Past the cars zooming around me so I run faster
Getting swept away
Cool wind, removing the heat, refreshing and filling
Sticky pines with branches like a thousand veins

Going beyond to better trees: Oak, cedar, maple
Deeper into the trail, over the train tracks
They carried the train I never saw, it out paced me
Now just the tracks leftover
The end of the road
I take my cue it’s time to stop, time to return

No more running. Taking a walking from the end to the beginning.