The Walk
The Walk The sound of traffic dances in both directions The breeze taps me on the shoulder As I avoid the cracks on the sidewalk Knees feel weak like a middle school infatuation But my mind inspires and directs me to keep going The humidity of the mid-summer morning Like lounging in a heated Jacuzzi I pass older couples and dog walkers Starting their day with smiles as I turn around Like a soldier’s about face To march back home