Morning Walk


the front door squeaks open
reveals the mist over a housed valley
still an hour before pre dawn light
a slow climb ascends the grassy path
thoughts tumble through this mind
action, inaction, viewing the world as it is
up and down on the morning walk
a passage of life, a metaphor
morning birds begin their chorus
as jets of steam exhaust from lips
the mouth that chants the mantra
to the rhythm of boots
that step towards the bay
an orange glow fuses the sky
above the flatness of watery expanse
clouds sit like alpine mountains
then another tangle of birds
these prefer to shriek
like nature's alarm bell
reminding us they are there
now moving away from the sea
a dog runs onto a field
turning to its owner
while a proud gull sits alone
owning the misty dew
with a loud convincing cry
the last climb
in this ninety minute walk
takes him back to the door
and the day continues
with presence



Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-04 at 14:21

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shar
i love imagining this! :) I have recently found the hidden joy of walking and nothing can compare with the 'revived' feeling it brings about in you during and after! It really is the best way to attempt being at peace with yourself and finding a balance between yourself and the world around you. This poem described skillfully the beauty and richness of observation one can achieve from/on a simple walk. lovely read! can't wait for my walk seven hours from now! :) thanks!
2009-06-04