Once I heard something strange, almost unexplainable.
"I hate walking," said Nicole, my brother's girlfriend.
Walking is a living thing, non-reversible, unable to refund.
"I just can't stand it," she said. Well, yes, you should be moving,
moving your legs joining into that movement, that freedom
of absolute expression that boundaries race to form around
In fact, when you put the one foot after the next
it creates a ripple effect which effortlessly continues on and on
"It seems like such a waste of time," but only for the bunny
his batteries died out, drums cracked, sunglasses lost
he seemed lonely until he saw me walking by
"I love walking," I said. And then I left.
This was a conversation that I had with my family. They didn't understand why I walked everyday. I did.