To you who is reading, listening, or absorbing this poem,
How many steps of un-walked land has your soles pressed upon?
True steps with one foot in front the other;
Over and over and over again.
What new sights have your toes seen?
What mark have you left (the print of your travels).
I say stop reading, listening, or whatever you are doing with this poem,
And go for a walk- right now, drop it all and go.
See where the pull of nature takes you.
As i stand on the corner of Peace and El Capitain,
I bid you: come find me.