Our daughter has journeyed
on horseback across
the Mongolian steppes,
in red coveralls climbed high
upon natural gas pipe racks in Qatar,
ridden the bullet train to her office
in Japan. Today I join my spouse
as we circle the half-mile
around our neighborhood
of thirty years. I haul
my usual baggage, greet
the same four cats,
wish my feet led somewhere,
my steps lighter, perhaps
on a pilgrimage
along serpentine paths
the length of the Nile.
7 thoughts on "Walking"
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This really works. You had me from the beginning. Good job.
Good poem. Sometimes I think we all wish our steps were taking us some place other than our routine. It brought me back to thinking about my walking on the Great Wall of China!
This is very beautiful. Has great possibilities. I’d break it into two stanzas. Begin the second one with “Today my love and I circle the half mile… I would also work the idea of there being a continuity or mystical oneness of the daughter’s life and the mother’s dreams
Love the comparison between your daughter’s overseas adventures and your predictable neighborhood trek! Boring to you maybe, but she might just be wishing for home and that familiar neighborhood!
It is said we live through our children…
A beautiful read, Gaby!
Excellent poem on every level, but I do wonder if the title does it justice.