Just Walking by George Page

I am as far away from myself as

My feet from the fire centered earth.

Arms akimbo everyone insisted on how I walk.

The hands must not flap in an effeminate swoosh.

The chest must be a robust barrel of 100 proof …

Keep the belly pulled taut , hard , like a shield

against the weapons of the world .

Don’t let the hips swivel or sway around the pelvic bowl.

Keep your elbows into your body , like steel girders.

The eyes must be focused straight ahead

on target like the mortified and dead.

I am akimbo with myself and whirl in precarious balance.

Determined to dip and glide , amble at a loose limbed pace.

There will be no militant march for my legs.

Instead I will shuffle and shimmy across distance.

My eyes will gyroscope towards unfocused destinations.

I will just walk spontaneously , for I am the result of love.

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