Just Walking

when i was a kid,
thirteen or fourteen,
i used to go out
at night and walk

the streets...
not going anywhere
in particular...

just walking....

a restless soul
beginning a journey,
and didnt even know.

on the good nights
it rained... and the wind
blowing water in my face

helped prepare me.

today i feel like walking....
beginning a journey,
or ending one?

doesnt really matter...
just walking!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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