walking ~ as you do
about the paths
of Central Park
no matter
if ever so briefly ~
you feel free
like the birds
flying overhead
in the sky
filled with sun
or the squirrels
chasing each other
playfully ~
immersed fully ~
body and soul
into a game of tag
amidst the trees
~ you within
each stride ~
every time ~
your feet lift off
the ground
as your mind
drifts beyond
the tall buildings
which reminds you
of your surroundings
~ your whole body
through the act
found within
forward motion ~
flows with this
sense of release
lessening ~
those pressures
caused by
the responsibilities
you’ve taken on
without regret
upon yourself
~ all those
including friendship
you’re set on
seeing through
to the finish
like walking ~
as you do
about the paths
of Central Park
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~