Thoughts While Walking

Nothing special about this poem. It’s simply a moment I experienced and enjoyed.

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Thoughts While Walking

This fog softens the air,
swaddles me as a babe
in a favorite blanket.

Drops of water cling
to the elbows
of cooked branches,

glisten, the light
harbored in a child’s eye.

Even the earth,
welcomes me,
offers my steps

a place to root
Then still, a sapling,
green and new,

I confess
this is the place
to breathe.


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