The Walk That Spoke

By Paula Lietz

 

is this walk what I wanted to hear

no path, nor destination but always

a damn direction no matter which way I turn

 

rubbish is teased and strewn by a force I cannot see

I wonder am I a strength to anything, anyone

 

oddly I think of Lily, the spider tending her web

she died, paralyzed by vicious stings

life muted by silent wails of one trying to survive

 

geese fly low on this cloudy grey day and never

have I had this need for flight be as strong as now

I will them to come back, to wait

they must not have seen the frantic waving of my arms

 

I turn to go home, again the direction does not matter

 

 

 

 

 

Paula Lietz

Copyright 2012