Three Thoughts About Walking

A walk in the homey, old oak forest can set me straight,
leaving just a memory of what I was
before entering the world of green and leaf rot.

A walk in the city can leave me with a feeling
that I trailed something profound all day,
but the press of bodies hid it from sight,
lost in the difficult patterns of commonplace things.

A walk in the high desert can lead to confusion,
the conflict between desires and needs,
like the day’s heat and the cool of night
competing for allegiance in our skin,
the inner disarray that makes us human,