The Things I Notice When I’m Walking

I am fond of solitude;

Oh, how I very much enjoy the silence

Of my breathing;

How everything seems utterly inaudible

As I get lost in my pit-deep chaos of thoughts.

But I love it most when I’m walking, alone.

Did you know that the trees sing,

But only if you listen?;

Did you know that people

Tend to come in pairs or more,

But sometimes they’re like me—alone?;

Have you ever noticed how the sky,

From that cold baby blue

Drips to a warm orange, or red,

And sometimes, it’s as if a painter

Splashed his palette on the clouds?;

Have you ever noticed how friends

Usually say two or more “byes”

And do at least a five-second hug

Before actually leaving?

How I miss witnessing these moments;

When we were still out and about.

It’s ironic how I like my own company,

But I am almost sick of it now.

The hobbies I try out for the hell of it

Is nothing compared to the joy

Of feet moving to wherever they wish to go.

Oh, freedom from the ‘normal’ we’re defaulted in.

Maybe you should take a walk

And listen.