Reckless

walking one night in a city... this just came to me, it's only vaguely personal.

Walking canyons in the darkness

cones of light knock down shadows

others cower under steel and glass

watching for me to be reckless.

I was missing soft forest sounds

the tinkling brook, wind and tree

I felt I was always caught ;

stark helpless on asphalt.

Everyone's a stranger with no face

no smiles, no voice I recognize.

I want to be part of this city's life

but it refuses to be part of me.

Reviews

[Angi]

I always feel separate in the city. I would make a marvelous hermit. I love nature more than people sometimes! I love the 'helpless on asphalt' line. I see the trucker in you in this piece. You don't name a city, it is just 'walking one night in a city.'

[Mark]

ya, I didn't even think about that... LOL I walk in so many cities!

[quinfinn]

the separation from beauty and the feeling that others expect harm from you......this takes me down a road i left years ago.....it is easier to embrace the pain and blame yourself...even when you know you are pure of heart...others who are pure will know this...it is not a vision, hearing or other of the five known senses....it is the spirit of living...we have forgotten this way....i love your poem, it is a step in the right direction.

[Mark]

very deep. I think when I wrote it, I was remembering walking at night and being amused when someone would cross the street far in front of me. LOL Like I would EVER hurt anyone who didn't hurt me or mine first! Thanks for the great thoughts.

[quinfinn]

been there! i had to chuckle to myself.....nicely done!

[Baby Ricochet]

Reminds me of the times I've been to NYC. I love the place but you gotta watch your surroundings. I swear the Taxi drivers try to hit pedestrians in that town.

[Mark]

LOL I haven't read it in awhile, but ya.. it reminded me of walking in Manhatten about 4 am.

[Emerald Seas]

Ah, the traveler's woes... Everywhere, but really nowhere. Does it have as much meaning when not shared with someone? A clever writing, Mark. I do think traveling alone can be very therapeutic for the soul for a period of time, but sooner or later it gets... Heavy on the heart.

[Mark]

Well, I'm not feeling heavy, but it is a different life when everyone you talk to in your day is someone you've just met and most likely will never meet again.