Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Not Just a Walking Head

Cold wind meeting left cheek
interrupts train of thoughts
and takes me out of mind.
Walking, walking, I feel
the burn of muscles working hard
and one tear sliding down
from corner of right eye.
Breath comes in also -
chest rising and falling,
rising and falling
in between steps.
Oh! and the roaring sound
of truck, already gone.
Inside the mouth, 
the lingering taste 
of early morning tea, still.
And then up, seeing sky,
a glimpse of sun trying to pierce
through grey wintery clouds.

Early morning California winter sky

Nose tickled happy 
with gasoline smell from leaf blower
and sound again, overpowering that one. 
Gladness of walking, fully awakened.