Walking Poem by shimon weinroth

walking,
we take for granted,
breathing and sleeping
and some other invountary acts

I can not explain how it's done
the mechanics, process and succession,
we have been doing it for milleniums

everything is against walking
forces of gravity, mother earth
air pressure on a spinal column
fragile and unique,

fallng own and getting up
we learn to walk,
copying mother,
dad and brother

once we learn how, we don; t forget,
walking the wrong side of the street
and pretend
there is no valley of death