On Walking

after Nandi Chinna

& what is walking if not a never

ending story: the endless naming of things, The Nothing,

those poems leaping in the line.

Sure, walk a mile in my shoes & I will barefoot beside you

but have you ever tried levitating?

The shadow of bad decisions is always as close as a text that says 

hey, i’ve got killa. u want?!

  Around here, coast calls back.

There would be an echo thanks to the emptiness

if the waves weren’t so loud. 

Let them capsize the want. 

Forge connection. 

Hearth toes into distance. 

Gather between them. 

Be a mechanism.  

Between the object 

& the body that breaths it in, 

there is a transcript of exhalation. 

You can’t outrun addiction, but solvitur ambulando can help lift. 

Count each wave pulling out.

Walk until the craving is a distant star. 

Do not wish on it. 

Instead, let it show where not to travel.