Foot, foot, foot, foot,
Walking meditation;
Taking my break outside tonight,
Staying with the feet.
Why is this guy following me?
Now he sits down on
The steps of the church
At one end of my route;
Switch from path
To sidewalk,
But then so does he,
Puffing on his smelly cigarillo.
Time’s up by now anyway,
Break over,
Back to work,
On the phone again;
It rings,
And I pause for
A mindfulness moment
Before answering.
Another voice
Calling for assistance,
No resistance at my end,
I’m ready to bend.
A successful conversation here,
A timely intervention there,
All’s well
And happy.
I journey home
At the end of the shift,
Beginning to drift,
Writing this brings me back,
And I prepare to hit the sack.
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