Walking Is A Precarious Thing Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Walking is a precarious thing;
There's the wanted, and unwanted eye contact; There are those guys you bump into on purpose as if to assert your dominance, and then there are those that you move out of the way for; Sometimes there's the horrifying, 'hey' that you hear... barely hear over your music, and as you take out one headphone you cringe, looking at an unfamiliar face calling you by name; Other times there are those familiar faces that you see, way off in the distance, seeing right back at you, and as you grow closer you both almost try to act like neither one of you has seen the other until you're close enough to have a grueling short conversation; Perhaps the worst of them all are those walks on which you're all alone, or the ones where you wish you were; Those walks are the worst, you know the ones, like when you're walking by a building and you see someone you know walk out right in front of you so naturally and casually you say hello and have yourselves a good conversation, but then just when you're happy, and you've said your goodbyes, you both turn to leave in the same direction; Above all these, the worst depends on perspective I suppose, and so I guess mine is the precarious walk, that walk that you take from bar to bar until you just can't walk anymore, but when you can get back up... well, walking is a precarious thing.