Just Walking Around Poem by John Ashbery
Just Walking Around
What name do I have for you?
Certainly there is not name for you
In the sense that the stars have names
That somehow fit them. Just walking around,
An object of curiosity to some,
But you are too preoccupied
By the secret smudge in the back of your soul
To say much and wander around,
Smiling to yourself and others.
It gets to be kind of lonely
But at the same time off-putting.
Counterproductive, as you realize once again
That the longest way is the most efficient way,
The one that looped among islands, and
You always seemed to be traveling in a circle.
And now that the end is near
The segments of the trip swing open like an orange.
There is light in there and mystery and food.
Come see it.
Come not for me but it.
But if I am still there, grant that we may see each other.
Such an insightful poem to the travel through life.... the secret smudge on the back of your soul - a cross we all bear...... I think I should enjoy reading more of Mr. Ashbery's thoughts.
Amazing and delightful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
In the sense that the stars have names That somehow fit them. Just walking around, ... a great poem.
Curiosity! ! Muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
alone the walking way the longest way of knowledge most efficient way.........///
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