I love a good walk on a cool, crisp fall day. Or a warm spring day. Or a summer's day. In winter, not so much. Walking is good for you, so let's talk about it ...
Talk about Walking
by Philip Booth
Where am I going? I’m going
out, out for a walk. I don’t
know where except outside.
Outside argument, out beyond
wallpapered walls, outside
wherever it is where nobody
ever imagines. Beyond where
computers circumvent emotion,
where somebody shorted specs
for rivets for airframes on
today’s flights. I’m taking off
on my own two feet. I’m going
to clear my head, to watch
mares’-tails instead of TV,
to listen to trees and silence,
to see if I can still breathe.
I’m going to be alone with
myself, to feel how it feels
to embrace what my feet
tell my head, what wind says
in my good ear. I mean to let
myself be embraced, to let go
feeling so centripetally old.
Do I know where I’m going?
I don’t. How long or far
I have no idea. No map. I
said I was going to take
a walk. When I’ll be back
I’m not going to say.
Of course, there are other ways to look at it, particularly for those of us of steadily advancing age ...
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts tomorrow.
Bilbo
The poem captured what I feel about walking. It provides as escape from the daily grind when I most need it.
ReplyDeleteA nice walk is necessary for nurturing the spirit. Enjoy them when you can. Whether in the woods, down your street, or on the beach at night.
ReplyDeleteA nice walk spoiled.
ReplyDeleteUh, Heidi ... that's golf!
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