The walk

Poetry Corner

I wrote a poem. I don’t know why, or maybe I do.

In the early evening yesterday I was at a writers hour and one of the writers on the call was putting the finishing touches to a poem for an open mic night she was soon to go to. She’s mentioned it before and it must have stuck with me because today, while out with the dog, I found myself sending myself a voice note with a poem, or the start of.

After a little tweaking this is where it is and so I thought I’d share it.

The Walk

Nose to ground,

she went from ditch to ditch,

trying to sniff out something wonderful,

something edible.

Until the tug of her collar

brings her back,

pulls her back to the road,

the words: Come on now!

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She’s gently walking by her side,

wanting to give her the time,

wishing she could be in the moment

but all the while, her mind drifts.

To the never-ending to-do list,

to how much time,

how many hours,

she has left in the day.

Han, 13th November