It’s the walking I miss.
The feeling of bare earth
on the soles of my feet, the freedom
to move without waiting.
The clear soundless notion of solitude.
I am worn by these days, worn and tired
below the surface.
I crave air that is mine alone,
just enough to fill my lungs
and heart again. Just enough
to open up a path within me
where my feet can go wherever they choose.