Am I walking?
Am I meditating?
Am I sightseeing?
.
It’s 44 degrees
With
A perfect breeze
To cool down
The fast pace
That I walk
.
I stop.
.
Take pictures
Of the familiar places
And tall buildings
That still steal my glances
.
Back to walking fast
Even though there’s no hurry
No rush
.
The same is for life
.
But I’m always rushing.
.
Now sitting
Bryant Park
Writing
.
Impatience
Anxiety
Fear
All creep by
To say hi
But no.
Have no time for even that.
Have to keep on walking
Even though there’s nowhere to go
.
Now I miss my mom
Our talks
On my walks
At all times of the day
Even when there was not much to say
.
Now crying
In the park
.
Have to get back
To walking fast
Even though
There’s nowhere to go
.
Each destination
Is one in the same
Still expectant
When nothing is sufficient
.
I’ll keep on walking
Maybe I’ll get to the somewhere
One day
Until then
.
Am I walking?
Am I meditating?
Am I sightseeing?
.
It’s 44 degrees
With
A perfect breeze
To cool down
The fast pace
That I walk.
February 7, 2019
