Too Often I Walk Alone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too often I walk alone.
Not wanting to.
But accepting the routine of it!
I seem to be alert and aware,
Of the surrounding environment.

If I shared my walks with someone else...
The trees would become jealous.
Since I spend my outside time,
Talking with them.
They say absolutely nothing!

I enjoy that!
And they stand still too.
And quiet!
Listening to every word intently.
Until I have finished.

At least they do not hide!
Or pretend not to see me when I approach.
Dodging oncoming cars...
Trying to quickly cross a busy street.
That's dangerous! Amusing...but still dangerous.

And disrespectful!
Especially when I know I am heard yelling 'hello'
At the top of my lungs...and, I get no response!
I don't wonder 'why' there is an absence of unity.
Very few people are putting forth the effort.

The trees?
They can not wait for my visits!