Walk

Engine on and running

Humming, drives me to

The grade, through rain

Through water on the

Window pane

To aches along my spine

Complained about almost

Every single day of the

Work week ending,

Coming home, sitting,

Standing brief moments

At a porcelain throne

To sitting, watching

Staring at televisions glowing

Lulls or plots thicken text

I bought to read after

The next

To taking off my shoes

To laying on the couch

To getting afternoon bills

Advertisements, writing checks

To pay the rent

All I ever wanted was

To share these moments

To ease these burdens

To brighten these moments

Of ease, when I’ve had

The peace to write them down.

Hands to hold

The yarn to knit a

World together rather

Fits a sweater on

Cold lonely lives where

Trudging running humming

Goes in strides