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starts with a walk
around the block
alone, within,
the in–out breath
rhythm of soles on pavement
scent of flowering trees
cut grass, fallen leaves
and a turn into the park
along the path
black birds circling overhead,
landing like exclamation marks
squirrels with comma tails
scurrying for scraps
a dog walker tugs the leash
a courtesy move to let me by
ricochet of playground laughter,
a cry and consolation
a child lifted feather-light
sips a parabola of water
a frisbee disc
slices the field’s plane
balls being batted back
over tennis court nets
thoughts float through
the heightened mind like wisps—
so much shared under this sky
and not a word.
You beautifully capture your walk in the park in a series of evocative, impressionistic images, succinctly presented as haiku-esque couplets. One also feels the zen-like perspective of the "open-hearted" narrator. This one is a gem, my brother!
ReplyDeleteComma-tailled squirrels and exclamation-marked black birds, a punctilious writer’s view of Nature. Walking in silence, yet so much is happening and expressing itself without human words. We need those silent moments w/Nature that you capture do beautifully in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThe heart can only open when you are drawn out of yourself. I suspect that's why we find Nature it so aesthetic and reinvigorated. Writers spend so much time in their heads. (Guilty)
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