Walking Nowhere (HA 96 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

House Arrest

I walk for transportation and for health.
I guess I started doing so at 5.
I choose my residence where there’s a wealth
of walking avenues. I seem to thrive,
and I attribute that to daily moves
(as well as luck). I think my body proves
the case – my walking helps to manage stress,
to organize, to meditate, to bless.

Three months ago, I lost my walking goals,
all destinations taken from my days.
And though continuing home exercise,
no longer did I tread upon my soles.
A recent amble challenged me. “It pays
to walk,” my body said. My body’s wise.

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