Thought proposed

Desire seconded

Walk from a to b

Motion carried

Brain commanded move

Feet remained rooted

Body sway

A boxer dodging blows

Stumble

Stagger

Grind to halt

Wind key in my back

Two young mothers

Spotted me

Cross road

Avoiding me

Shout rude words

Feel angry

Feel like swearing

Feel small

No time to reply

How the hell do I walk?

Get rhythm in head

One two, one two, one two

Re-boot walk command

Walk command sent

Sorry wrong number

Starter motor failed

Send again

Right received

Left no go

Pregnant paws

One two, one two, one two

Left received

Left joins in with right

Baby’s first steps

Forward march

There’s a notion

Shoes scrape

Cant lift feet

Keeps it going?

First gear, second gear

Third gear, top gear

I could take on Stigg

Up to speed

And no drugs

Poetry in motion

 

© Phil Golding