Swinging my arms till the red blood tingles,

coursing, racing through every vein,

I walk like time past the morning windows

while the sun shines, while the rain rains.

Songbirds peer through the leaf-webbed branches

with sidewise head, swift diamond stare

watching this wingless creature trying

to make his blood run quick, like theirs.

And dogs from the yards of neighbor houses

fall in behind to join the march

with trit-trot steps which stop and linger

at every tell-tale tree and bush.

"Where are you going and why?" say the windows.

"I am going nowhere, faster than fast,

outwalking the wind, outwalking the houses,

into the future, into the past."

Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie