Winter Walk



This poem by Phillip Booth pretty well sums up my intentions for the present. It is snowing lightly, a mere powdered sugar dusting on the ground. Sometimes you need to walk away from all the contentiousness, meanness, and heartbreaking tragedy created by mankind in their constant quest for riches and power. My walk, a temporary reprieve, won’t solve any of the world’s problems, but it will clear my head. I will  breathe the sharp cold air, listen to the silence, and celebrate the peace and beauty of nature, if only for a little while. When I return, I know I’ll feel refreshed, ready to continue working on my novel. It is good to be alive.

Talk About Walking

Where am I going? I’m going
out, out for a walk. I don’t
know where except outside.
Outside argument, out beyond
wallpapered walls, outside
wherever it is where nobody
ever imagines. Beyond where
computers circumvent emotion,
where somebody shorted specs
for rivets for airframes on
today’s flights. I’m taking off
on my own two feet. I’m going
to clear my head, to watch
mares’-tails instead of TV,
to listen to trees and silence,
to see if I can still breathe.
I’m going to be alone with
myself, to feel how it feels
to embrace what my feet
tell my head, what wind says
in my good ear. I mean to let
myself be embraced, to let go
feeling so centripetally old.
Do I know where I’m going?
I don’t. How long or far
I have no idea. No map. I
said I was going to take
a walk. When I’ll be back
I’m not going to say.


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Sandra Bolton

Sandra Bolton is the author of two novels: A Cipher in the Sand and Key Witness, A Southwest Mystery. She lives in Raton, New Mexico with her big black dog, Sam and fat cat, Fidel. Writing is her passion, along with hiking, gardening, cooking, eating and laughing whenever possible. Her goal in life is to do no harm to any living thing or to our beautiful earth.