Why I walk

I can think sitting down

but if I need to make a decision

I must walk

some say they do it for the fresh air

clear the mind

but it’s the gravity that works for me

stomping my synapses

into my belly

that fire pit of resolve

halfway around the trail

my flailing mob of thoughts

is incinerated

and there in the ash

is the plainness of

yes or no and where to go

it’s voice is clear

and the choice loses fear

with a few gentle messages

from up above

and an agreement I have

with that source of love