Today’s poetry prompt is to go outside and take a walk. Reader, this is my specialty. Here’s how it went today:
AFTER CELEBRATION AND FEASTING
At dusk the body roused itself
and went out, seeking its own instruction
in yogic walking. Noted the crook
in its scoliotic spine and the perennial complaint
of plantar fascia as the left foot struck pavement.
Slowly breathed out, out, out.
Silently asked blessing on the neighbors
whose grown child died in the fire.
Crossed the muddy creek
and climbed the gravel road.
Observed the usual pain in the right hip flexor.
Breathed it out and held the pelvis straighter.
Ascending, saw Lummi Island silhouetted
against blue-silver sky like the rounded outline
of a cartoon whale. Heard robins shouting
their love over and over.
Passed into the trees,
scented the cedars, felt fir cones
underfoot. Breathed in cedar odor,
raised the spine taller.
Looping back toward home, perceived
the self pleasantly scatter.
into a rangy poem.
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Yep, that’s pretty much how it goes.