With my wits about me

Standing there in this moment

But where no one can see

The person that is me

Rooted as a tree inside

But a mysterious outside

Hiding away new growth

But appearing ever presently

The deepening of the externally

With both poise and curiosity

As the path walked reflects upon my eyes

And to the next one to no surprise

The journey along is quite interesting 

As the next place abides secretly

But I’m headed there nonetheless

As I must keep going with every single breath

For in my mind

I have walked more than a million times

At moments restless and undefined

But walking on by 

As I cross many borders and lines

And doing so with a slight smile

Open hands turned upwards

And feeling the air between each finger 

As my walk about lingers

As the further road that lies before me

Acting as the silent singer of my own song

Yet enthralled in scattered harmony

To be continued….

PM