still hiking

I’ve tired of this 
       sitting while wishing I were walking
             or
       walking while wishing for a rest.
Seems whichever I choose, I can’t have my druthers
       my feet are doing one 
       while my head does another.
             They’re not birds of a feather
             but I’ll bring them together
       by flying while still in my nest.

So, here I am walking with my shoes in my pack
       so my feet can be felt by the ground.
I’m thanking the thorns and the sharpest of rocks
       for reminding my head to slow down.
I’m not in a hurry, cause I’m already here,
       the destination’s the journey, you know,
I’m just standing here rolling this earth ‘neath my toes,
       like an immense beach ball spinning below.  
I’m letting the trail do the hiking for me while
       this large grove of aspens glides by,
or now letting these switchbacks switch right back below me
       awaiting the approach of the sky.  
Oh the people I meet as our trails intertwine
       rekindle all faith in mankind,
I enjoy those who ramble impractical distances
       knowing each step there’s something to find.