A Quick Walk Past the Garden Gate
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Nov 3, 2024
Once in a while, I feel this urge to walk
right past the garden gate. I push the door.
Sometimes, I feel I have to leave this place
so I can truly see what’s right before.
Sometimes, the stuff I’m always looking at
just disappears among the piles. I count
and catalog. Then what? A walk for that.
Eliminates the endless. This amount
of awful noise within won’t stop. So, please
look all around: the birds, the sky, the trees,
rock walls. I Smell pine needles and old leaves.
It's all been here before my foolish needs.
I breathe in deeply. Just then, I perceive
the calmness those who take a walk receive.
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