Our Walks

We’re lucky we have the time

To take our time on these evening walks.

With the moon and its beauty mark-

ing the place where we live,

We make our way through the night

While it pools around our feet.

It begins with us following our feet.

Direction and paths appear every time

That we don’t pay attention. Guiding like a night-

Light you keep us talking--down a walk

Way that surely no one else alive

Appreciates…or not enough to leave their mark.

We can birth a whole conversation from a single remark.

Feeling the pavement with grooves of skin under barefeet.

See trees like green fireworks—exploding and alive

Next to street lights. Traffic is the time

Clock and we pace ourselves to keep from walk-

ing on shadows. The night-

time helps us heal. Now tell me about your knight

And I’ll tell you about mine. The mark

Of a good companion is if after a walk

They have sore feet,

Yet keep walking as if time

Wasn’t real. Pretend it’s not live-

ing and you can’t kill it. Walk to live.

Insane without the calm rhythm every night

Of our feet, muffled by grass now, keeping time

To the debate we’re most likely in. Mark

This tone and inflection. To show you a feat

I’ll beat you at your own game. Quietly walk-

ing faster--hurrying through irritation. A walk

Turned dance. A rushed tempo—live-

Ly. We playful dodge each other’s feet.

We’ll be at this for awhile, lighting up the night

With politely raised voices. Even with marks

on my toes, I’ll say it was a good time.

There’s always time for a walk.

I’ll wait for you and mark my life complete when I live

Every night perched above aching feet.