Walking feet

[wiredferret]

The meditation of movement
is calling me again.
As inevitable as greening
As irresistible as sunshine
I need to walk.
I need to stretch out my stride
from winter's cautious ice-crossing steps
to the loose-hipped swing of spring.
I need to generate my own wind
and not feel a chill on it.
I want the contemplation that my muscles
boil up into my brain, the bubbles of thought
that are forced to my lips when my lungs are working.
I need to walk.