Footstep

Just to walk in steady air,
dawdle, leather scrawled into tarmac
Fingers curled,
seeds plucked from grassland fountains

Here and there a minor disturbance,
aeroplane or automobile
Or a thought, a flashback to a pain,
dull in its attempt at escapology

Just to walk, throw a stone upon the water
ponder, as though life itself is
in the preservation
as fingers brush the skin you breathe



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here