Sputterpub's Blog

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.

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.

When I was young, I thought a lot was wrong
With me; I tried and failed conformity,
And came to like myself. To not belong
Turned out okay. But one normality
May be the death of me – my teeth were strong,
And seemed to grow and function perfectly.
But that was just a phase of false morale;
Last week I underwent a root canal.