Walk Don't Run Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Yesterday I decided to take a walk,
Leaving the car behind in thought.
The silent steps over the mump crinkle of leaves
Fallen from the trees. No longer whole.
As it branches off.
Descending further by the pull of something deeper.
Gravitation.
Blind to the direction it will travel next.
Closely acquainted to the direction I walk.
Although In thought.
It remains Humble to the wind that stimulates verbal elation.
Hesitant to ask of it's elevation.
Reasons why you smile.
The strands of hair that cover your face in relaxation.
The echo of trees that rustle when touched by the wind.
The chill bumps that erupt upon the arrival of your hand.
Although silent. It speaks.
Small tremors equivalent to the ripples made by the fountain
in the park.
An absence of expression.
Without eyes to see
Nor skin to feel. Still It reacts.
Able to feel each motion grow in depth.
A Temptation of need.
Disguising it's appearance in the blink of an eye
A mulch laid smooth to enrich growth.
Soon to shed all impurities
Descending further by the pull of something deeper.
Gravitation.
Between you and I