Arrested Walking (HA 98 Magic 9)

House Arrest

I need to walk outside most every day.
That’s why I chose a climate that affords
activity. Beneath blue sky or gray
I walked for years to travel or commute,
to shop or meet or visit where I may.
But months ago I started sheltering;
my walks had no objective to convey.
Of late I move with nothing to walk toward,
and learn I’m only aimless half the way.

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