Why I Walk
Wings lifting me.
Two legs have carried me across grasslands,
wet forests, snow covered mountains, gravel dirt paths,
over bridges, bustling roadways, baked dry sands,
puddled paths where drops of rain
soaked my Soul leaving me drenched with wonder.
Inviting me to step, to step again and again.
a rhythm, a cadence, a meditation, a rosary with beads.
A sole touches ground—each decade need not be counted.
The ground…an altar.
Song birds, the choir, how can they keep from singing?
It is why I walk.
How can I not step when the doorway