My stomach’s not hungry, but my tongue wants to eat. My eyes want to travel, but not so my feet. My body is tired, but my mind’s wide awake. My two legs are quarreling, don’t know which side to take. I want to be alone, but I could sure use a friend. My itch wants some scratching, but my elbows won’t bend. My heart craves some music. My ears want it quiet. Those ears hear a scrub jay, but my eyes cannot spy it. I think we could agree that this sunset’s resplendent, if only my parts weren’t so damn independent. And so I’ll just sit, ‘till my pieces agree. To cast off their differences, and for a short while, just be.
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.