Walking.
Walking again,
When I got tired walking, going into a place to rest,
While resting, drinking mild café au lait or black coffee and reading Haruki,
Once I got used to comfort, packing my bags and walking again,
Then suddenly I began to doubt Haruki’s writings,
And yet, realizing that a significant portion was true, I found myself thinking a lot,
And as I thought more, I walked again,
And while doing so, I sought out and listened to impressive jazz,
Drinking beer, gin tonic, or martini while listening,
And just as the end of the journey came into view,
I was thrilled to meet young, imaginative friends,
And time passed, grateful for the joy of letting my mind go for a moment. And so, I finished the journey with futile thoughts such as what remained, what was lacking, and what I wanted to gain.