Taking intention for a walk?
What intention?
To just be outside?
To visit a good friend?
To follow the shadow on the wall?
To fill my ‘creativity bucket’
pandemic restrictions cramped my style
no roaming all over! merely
circling around the neighbourhood
oh, and the cold - today banished
- prevented me from roaming at all.
morning’s sunshine shadow on my wall
beckoned me ~ this afternoon
not feeling all that creative I write:
I had been brave ~ I had gone for a walk
without snow boots, but
my ordinary shoes ~ not water proof ~
I avoided puddles!
slipped/slid on ice crackling over
thin slicks of snowmelt.
my body strong, balance kept me
from frigid muddy puddles
flowing from dirty snow
bumping along sidewalks,
mounds of icy snow watering
the lawns beneath and
fading fast in the warm sunshine.
In the sunshine of
laughter, coffee and rhubarb upside down cake
the icy tension of isolation from friends faded fast.
“Walking is man’s best medicine.”
~ Hippocrates
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