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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with walking. Wel composed.