Whenever I walk
Alone, I walk
Serenely.

I take time to admire
My surroundings, feel
My bare feet against
The warm pavement,
The breeze playing
Through my hair, I
Imagine how my skirt
Must look, fluttering in
This sudden summer
Wind and how the flowers
Must see me, all tall and
Intimidating. Maybe
One of them is now
Falling in love.

As I walk, maybe I find
The sun too bright, so that
I skip from shade to shade
My feet finding comfort in
The darkened spots
Of the streets. Maybe
I imagine a dialogue inside
My head, between me and
Maybe you or him or
Her, and maybe, sometimes
It comes out
Out loud.

As I walk, I
Forget myself
And the world
Around my own
And it's no wonder
I can never get
Anything done.