Perambulating, sometimes I ignore
the views I’m walking through. I organize
my errands, screen a daydream, focus more
inside than on the scenes before my eyes.
Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known
to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot
to note my own direction till I’m shown
by landmarks where I’ve been and where I’ve not.

Of late I quiz myself and answer too.
Am I to town or City? Bus or train?
I’m getting elderly; is this a clue
I’m losing it? Have I diminished brain?

The answer is a satisfying no.

Retired now, I vary where I go.