2020 Hour 6: Perfect Day
Time-Infinite
My wrist watch, high on something sassy and chilling out
Using its hands to knit a sweater for the sky
And giving the atomic clock the finger.
Weather-Cold
Breathe in, blow out the chilled air
My bare hands ice packs that I hold to my cheeks
To remember that I’m alive.
Activity-Walking
My feet have mapped out the city
Footprints repeated through the maze of blocks
Treading each like friends who meet, hug, and depart.
Status-Solitude
Quiet is both my companion and shadow
Broached occasionally by a cacophony of my thoughts
Which walk with me arm in arm.
There are so many beautiful images in this poem and so many of these resonate with me. I fell in love with the first stanza and your watch hands knitting the sky. Beautiful imagery! I am a wild walker so, your stanza about walking…”Active walking/ My feet have mapped out the city…” really resonated with me and touched my soul! Beautiful work!
Thank you Ingrid! I appreciate your kind comments!