I walk far and long
to see the waves stop the clock.
I walk to find the answers that time forgot
to release the flow of emotional neglect
to sooth over the past regret.
I walk the talk
If I could write with chalk
shadows would not stalk.
Even when I stop
my mind is far ahead
a mother's tale to late to be read.
How far the light house
though it seems a distant dream house
a thought only to browse
Yet the walking would lead to truth
faint memory the story of Ruth.
My mind and body tired
but my journey would not stop.
The destination of a desert
seemed a dead end
but really gave clarity
patience of mind
forgiveness of a kind.
Walk.