"The Walk..."

A few thoughts on a theme...

"The Walk..."

We spoke a bit -
in written thoughts
holding each our imagined hands.
and it was nice
and it was warm
and each felt the other's smile

and then we paused -

as the day intruded
the world  beckoned
and we moved on...

"The Walk..."

Would you be "a little girl" with me

or the young woman 

or the just what?  as we walked. 

Would you hold my hand,
run ahead,
mildly stroll along,
just walk beside? 

Would you pause - with me,

flow past me,
float hither and yon - lost

  in your own wonder and thoughts? 

Stand close - arm entwining,
share a view, a look, gaze, stare...
perhaps smile? 

Would there be words? 
Silence? 
Would we listen to the world or place? 
Would you listen - to me, to yourself?
Would we be a we or just a you and I -

or just a you or just I? 

If I saw your eyes it would mean you looked
  at me - looking at you...
and if I didn't would it be I didn't look,

or you didn't look,

or each was afraid to look

or either just didn't want ...to see

  an other looking into a me.

"The Walk..."

Wandering the aisles
so many choices
flavors, things... branded and nots
Drinks, bags of heaven
or perhaps late night "hells"
cans and bottles - shapes to fit every

whim - any whim...

An aisle of bread

loaf after loaf -

styles, flavors - bagged, protected
awaiting

  choice.

I used my change the last time -
at the checkout...

people got angry - waiting
the clerk looked with impatience

  and a huff...
I get hungry too... ya know?

"The Walk..."

"Amazing grace - how sweet the sound..."
one step then another and another
- feel your heartbeat -
another step - another...
its heavy but you CAN do it -
are doing it -
another step - another
- almost there, almost, almost...
another step... pause... breathe
turn in towards...
timing now...TIMING

lowering, lowering - there, the base is holding
release
straighten
breathe
"...that saved a wretch like me........."

"The Walk..."

It isn't as easy

to find
places

to just - wander at whim
pause as you want
hell, even WANT to pause AT
anymore - it seems.

You get these looks
from others

if they don't know you,

and its THEIR world you're in

- intruding, trespassing,
- their sidewalk or path or berm.

Being a ghost
just isn't easy anymore...

"The Walk..."

... ... ...
and on.

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free...

Reviews

[Ruth]

I sit here, smiling and shaking my head a little...not in disrespect or negativity (not in my nature lol) but in awe!
This truly wrenched me! the wanderings/wonderings here are sublime, tangible...
The piecing together for me is the "Amazing Grace" part...I shall let you know why...I know its not the same context but words conjur myriad influences and thoughts ey?
My father used to love that song....I used to ask him why and he would say that he hoped something could save him towards the end of his time..that something could recognise the good in him still....
So in that context, the piecing together rings loudly for me here...the soul..adjoined once, the utter lamentful yet pretty nostalgia is blindingly stunning!
Sorry for my ramble, reached a spot or two, everything is so connected here, you dear sir, take words and imagery and infuse it sheer life!
Your words breathe!
xoxo

[Penlady]

Sometimes, I walk, from my sleep when I can't sleep, I hate it when I can't sleep during the hours when I'm suppose to...the world is dark...when if one was a ghost they couldn't be seen...
When I walk anyplace outside my own four walls,,, I always smile when I see someone coming toward me, without a smile of their own.
Some people who aren't smiling, just trudging toward whever they are headed,
don't want to be smile at, those people just keep their grimace on while looking me straight in the eye, as if to ask, what the hell are you smiling at?
Walking and smiling are quite similar you do it on your own unless someone decides to join you.....glad I found you out walking....wonderful thoughts...

[Brandon S. Whitten]

good try

[lei]

The Walk! that is life all about, we walk the journey! very nice poem!

[Droll Prole]

So many walks, the last I relate to the most. Made me think.

[?]

Im a hold your hand, walk beside, pause with and tend to get lost in my own wonder and thoughts too....Stand close - arm entwining,
share a view, a look, gaze, stare...perhaps smile...words and silence are both good within the right times...kinda girl....lol
Love...Life...one step at a time....this is such wonderful thoughts Chris. I love how you write. You bring me into your thoughts..thats a good thing

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very cool.

[Rene Velez]

A walk, colorful and brisk, every step a pulse of information, vision and depth for every eye, I walk with you.

[sharonlee]

Hello my friend... I.... will speak with you soon.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Oh, Chris, you've got me thinking again. Thinking back to the way I walked everywhere as a young teenager, linked arm in arm with my best friend - sometimes past the National Guard Armory, just to see the guys hang out the windows and whistle. Later, as a mother of teenage kids, my walk was lonesome and weary - after working on my feet all night. Now my walking is mostly done in stores, where I can lean on a shopping cart for support - often with my little granddaughter for company.