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