My Walks

 

Been walking in the mornings, the air cool on my face

repeated mantras dance silently across my lips

syllabic placeholders utilizing the tempo of my legs

and yes I must mention the dog normally an extension of my wife's lap

tethered tightly to a taut fibre between my fingers

marching up and down the exurbs muttering my nonsense

sniffing all the sidewalks for a sense of the scents of my neighbors

Why? I ask myself

Perhaps this morning I'll find my answer

if there's meaning out there we'll find it, somewhere at the end of my leash.