“Fast Pace”

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