when your body deserts you
and you find yourself
falling
on your way down to the floor
or stairs or unforgiving concrete and stone
you forge a connection with fear
that you only thought you knew
~
motion, moving, changing location
become acts fraught with danger and anxiety
things to be avoided whenever possible
but necessary to live
to be faced and overcome
~
now i watch people
merely out for a simple walk
striding easily with no apparent thought
i watch with envy and longing
remembering how little i understood
the simple gift of walking
You need to get out. Fish. In some way, shape, or form!
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