"The Walk..."

"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

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