The Science of Walking

birds chatting no one sits on porches anymore

gossiping urns flowing ferns on a frontgate door

stroll barefoot through the jungle then Carmel

by the sea by the sea zig zag by glorious bell

chained slaves to the dragon, lion or gargoyle

doorknocker framed alone in Mediterranean tiles

of blue contrast pride on the balls aw snap a bough

breaks fuchsia bougainvillea flip the script miles

and heat spread into the cold atoms then wow

the evening star becomes the morning wait

breathe in for better or worse our discipline

cannot be reduced to dogmas and dictates  

there are many ways to walk in the forest right

now breathe out with trees renouncing in this glen

the thousand little tsars tempting to limit my life.

does the sun tell trees what to do or is it the wind?

all I know is here is where I can pour out myself left

to buy a bottle of swiss air and french evian water

there is a science to walking quietly in silence. it alters!