Walkabout (again)
Are we so bored
Uninterested and unaware
Of our own travels
That we miss
Our own momentum
Demanding then
Racy bandwagons
To hitchhike on
Hoping, hopping
From one to the next
To another
No. I’ll get there
Eventually
So I wave them by
And think
I am content
To take my time
On my own
Two feet
-a.r.
Photograph: Girl Walking Alone in a Golden Paddy Field by Atul Tater
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