The Park
The Park
I like to walk it’s a new love
Movement isn’t though.
Footfall catching the beat of the pavement
Not slow, just go
wandering.
My thoughts stuck in a loop
careening into and past each other like
pedestrians and cyclists.
There is space for us all, you know.
So I sit on a bench shoes off
toes in the grass
Improvising with each blade
Made for my digits
A tick isn’t though and will
Be discovered later
after a long examination of my body.
Pulled off—filled with blood
did it like what it found?
We’re all just trying to survive.
I was moving and pausing with you. That ending stayed with me. Survival is universal, but how we find our moments of living in between is what makes it worth it.