Caterpillars winding through speeding leaves of green, undersized white shimmer; plugging into the hub of centipedes.

Full of color, rhythm and anxious wandering. One side facing the other, laughing but passive; wondering what the destination would look like. Chatter, chatter friends, family arm in arm; packed with assurance yet youthful apprehension.

Sidewalks guide the train of feet, flitting and crawling. Some stuck like glue and others fluttering from their privileged perch. Can each be questioned? Do they reveal their story or bury their head in formulaic prose?

Now, a reclusive respite from the scurry, no urgency to ride the no use ride. White marble and 70’s disco funk playing, delivering a long untouched vibe. A cool, familiar wave of longing to the past.

Must move again but stillness is a calming adhesive, stay quiet in space, stay put in time while remembering the peaceful settling wave.

Walk again