to step out in the cool air
lift my face to the sun
and walk.
My legs asked to go forward
apace across grass and concrete,
across a tireless street
to the lake.
My ears searched for bird sounds
was that a distant meadowlark?
wheeling gulls crying?
in the sky.
My eyes roamed all around to see
kayakers slicing through still waters
while placid ducks, posturing geese
shared the lake.
My skin air-brushed with
breezy light strokes of
wind passing through
the trees.
My morning mind, left
at home, welcomed me
to breakfast and the soft touch
of my kitty’s paw.
“But the beauty is in the walking - - we are betrayed by destinations.”
~ Gwyn Thomas
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