guy howard

Life-essayist - sitting in California; writing Fact and Fiction, exploring language and  my view from Life's bridge. This  will be about PAINFUL and funny lessons and I will not be shy expressing my thoughts on the world i see.  

I Try to Walk - A Corona Poem

I try to walk where there are no others

Step in rhythms of different tempos

Keeping pace with my heart strikes

I quicken when the world is anxious

Slow when the world feels lethargic

I try to walk at exact times

In the cool of mornings

Or out the door at the other end of the day

When the sun is blazing and I can store up

All that vitamin D

 

I try to walk at more than arm’s length

From the crowds that fill

What they never filled before

Radiating heat and fear and tensioned breaths

Or confined to their own thoughts 

while running or pacing the girth of our small world

 

I try to walk like the Colossus

Bestriding entry to Rhoades

Taking big steps 

Consuming territory

Looking out at inner feelings and not much else

 

I try to walk with tunes playing in my ears

Filling time and singing along

Looking like a crazy man to others sharing space

Hearing nothing but me

Unaware of the rock bands 

Backing me up

 

I try to walk in silence

Ten minutes a day

Focused on the bottoms of my feet and 

The macadam in the woods

As I let my brain go out

Reset, re-clear, relax

Till it only nods at errant thoughts 

Spinning on light wings

Like swallowtails gliding my backyard

 

I try to walk and stand egret still

Absorbing the world’s offer-up

Without judgement or sense of limitation

Knowing I cannot walk further afield

As I am COVID confined to familiar only trails

So, I try to walk 

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