walk on

One day I’m gonna go for a walk and not stop. From here to there my feet and I will find out what it means. Sunrise, sunset heel to toe that’s the way, I think. I’ll sleep beneath the stars dreaming of walking. Each day brings a whole new world that only I will see. Just beyond that next hill what’s waiting there, a sweeping vista, a herd of elk, a waterfall or just a comfy rock to rest on? In summer heat on a long dirt road with thirst and a long way to the next town will I regret my wandering feet and think that I should settle down? Get a job and a place to live, a car, a bar, some friends. But that road and this end the same only, what would I miss? A moose in the dusk or a kind stranger maybe are worth more than gold. This wealth I aim to collect in the basket of my memory starting with the day I go for a walk and don’t stop. I’ll walk from here to Canada along the nation’s spine. I’ll take a left and see how many steps it is from there to Oregon. South to the desert and east I’ll go, find myself in Orleans. Maybe then, after I’ve walked around the neighborhood I’ll be ready for a trip. Rio or Santiago might be cool to see. How far could I get on the day that I go for a walk and don’t stop? Walking is how you measure the world, only to find out that the height of everything is five foot seven, just like me. True freedom is found in unconditional commitment, the wise man told me so. I’ll not be free to do or be anything, anything but a walking geist, a locomoting phantom. But in that, free. There’s a lot written about freedom, there’s an awful pile of corpses about freedom, there’s being free or not and I’ll see if amounts to anything on the day I go for a walk and don’t stop.