Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.

It is solved by walking (Solvitur ambulando)

Yet another wandering directionless walk Destination missing presumed lost, don't talk Lost in thoughtful wandering who can tell Am I heaven striding or backsliding into hell? I ask but the walk refuses to answer Instead it holds me like a first time dancer Who counts each steps never looking down Until  I'm told there's no falling my face won't be thrown Into the ground, now so freed I slip into stride The walk starts leaching out my false pride Sightless its rhythm creates its own spell.  Heaven ascendant now I’m stepping away from hell. Until the final tiredness: its rewarding release Anxiety freed now I embrace the salving peace.
It is solved by walking
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