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