Written Post-Walk Pre-Yoga...

To sit and to be still
to have walked
to have watched trees shake
from shade and birds' wings
alighting and then departing
pushing off from branches
set too high for hands
to let the world settle into focus
sound to finally greet the ears
of dogs and birds
of two feet on gravel--mine.
To watch the face of an infant
pushed past, stroller-bound
his mother's two hips
still recovering from his entrance
walking it off now,
right, left
right, left
her gaze up and out
and not on him (little buddha)
as the cavern of his mouth stretches
out and open
a yawn overtaking his round, round face.
To have walked
and let manic thought
turn to quiet thought
and then to no thought
at all.