Wee moments stuck in thought
stuck in the thought
of too many thoughts.
Where does life go when you let it go?
Does it strap on sneakers and have a run.
Not caring the road its on.
Well I care for scenic, something with a view,
challenging but not reckless or cruel
to the soles of my shoes.
Mountains peaked, craggy and windswept,
leading to dreamy sittings on precarious ledge,
fertile valleys , dark and deep, muddy and froggy with
all the chirps and burps to be offered in the sun
either draped in shade, or tinkled on
by a rainy day.
What say you?
What do you really say?
As you crouch upon your porch
seeing the world run away?
Ah, you have no sneakers?
A poor excuse.
Grab your slippers, or those
old flip flops.
And simply start out for a little walk.
by Philip Wardlow 2016