Around Around

Walking round the village circle.

I am here and I am not
But I walk in circles
With various thoughts
Of why my shoes touch
The sidewalk cracks
And why I should not
Look back too much

The small stone bridge
Beckons to my feet
It wants companionship
I think; but the crossing
To the sidewalk there
Is fraught with dangers
Waters beneath are tossing

Though the wall is sturdy
And tall, I dare not look
Lest I should fall but then
It would be no sorrow
For my kin have not the will
To bear me good or ill or
To wonder where I have been

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

seriously? 92 views and one review. That's wrong. There is a resolution to this - a matter of fact-ness in the words - that there would be no sorrow in one's passing. No wonder. and the walker - also in a position of not looking back, not wondering.
Well penned.

[Aunre]

Thank you, TL. I haven't jumped yet. It's not worth the effort and perhaps neither are they.

[Sami Khalil]

I walked too through your poetic piece with joy. A splendid one...:)..........

[Aunre]

Thank you, Sami. You are something of a wandering reader it seems, tripping over the occasional turtle-poem - moving so slow it could be mistaken for a rock.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. I guess. You are welcome...:).........................