I’ve often wondered about their trail,

when walkers take the avenue

What happens as bodies form an aisle

moving throughout my view.

Is it me that might wish for resolve

to ask for, receive, to be inclined

while around me will the world absolve

my own selfish quandary designed.

I know she used to talk about the miles

her body could mellow move outside mind

when everything around her smiles

suddenly becomes my constant remind.

I want to be the knowledge less beguiled

freedom winds its heart around the wild