On Walking I
I walk this plane
Passing universe upon universe
Contacting alien civilizations
With the fabric of reality on our feet
Contact with pavement a necessity
My eyes travel the concrete jungle
Hidden aliens within shirts, blouses, and suits
My hair flies with the automobile wind
But my feet brings me closer to a new galaxy
Indispensable are footwear against the vacuum
Radiation repelled by leather and rubber soles
Constant reaction within matter and antimatter steps
Antigravity sustained by legs for a safe transit through wormholes of doors
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I had this poetic sentiment while traversing the city, while thinking, it sounded well in my head, like a pipe organ in a cathedral. However, putting this down in writing and reading the words, were not as sonorous as it were in my head. With that being said, It occurred to me to post a second version and see which one is better. It is shorter and has more imagery, more concrete but maybe not, and I found the exercise delectable.
On Walking II
I float from place to shimmering place
On my two feet loving the concrete and the escalators
Defying gravity these two darlings fly
And with me in their wings full of expectant green thoughts
Leafy and fruity while their drudgery becomes excitement
Gliding like a supermodel into a boutique, restaurant, or cinema to meet you
We, my two feet fly to worlds unknown
That we pretend to know but not knowing what happens next
Walking is their only certainty.
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There, I hope you enjoy it.
